In our time, you come here by airplane. The people come in vehicles and they line up inside and outside the door. They wait and Jesus heals. He heals and he heals. This is the power of God.
Pastor Martir, quietly reflecting on
the Mission of Healing
We have almost concluded another Mission of Healing in El Salvador. On Monday, we will return to the women's prison to give needed medications to the women who received healing a week ago, and we will give two big boxes of medications to the prison pharmacy. The women will be surprised to see us, two women from the US and two pastors from the Salvadoran Lutheran Church. The women told us that no one keeps promises. Maybe these small gifts of medicine will help a few women to be able to trust others who love them.
During our first healing week, we worked in Nejapa, and during the second week in San Salvador. It's always good to see a little one who has grown over the past year. We try to remember people's names and faces, and there are a few who we are extra anxious to see each year...like Miguelito. He is the little guy who, five years ago, was malnourished and struggling for survival with no hard palate and a large gap where his upper lip should have been. He is a walking miracle, a testimony to the power of prayer and the perseverance of his mom and our team members. His community arrived on Wednesday. I escaped from the exam room in which I was translating, and went out into the crowded main room. I saw him right away, standing on the other side of the room in his yellow shirt. "Miguelito," I called, and he ran over and jumped into my arms. He was really excited, and remembered to use good manners and say, "Hola, Leeeee-nda." After the crowd thinned, he and his little brother had a lot of fun circling around the waiting area chairs, counting each one with a slap and a giggle. Miguelito recently had another surgery. His speech therapy will be covered for the next year by donations from the team.
We will go home soon, taking with us the memories of all the special moments we shared - some happy, some difficult. Some of the people we met this year will not live to see another Mission of Healing. Some people we met this year will live until next year because of the Mission of Healing. We came by airplane. The people came in vehicles and by foot. God was already here.