El Salvador is renewing the joy of the Lord in my spirit.

It’s refreshing to see so many people with STRONG FAITH.

Standing on a dirt floor, praising God loudly.

Their little children know the Bible better than most adults I know.

They cram into the back of a truck so they can come to church.

They say “AMEN!” because they listen responsively to our stories and sermons.

They honor us.

They seat us and feed us their best meals, prepared especially to please us.

They seize the blessing to give.

I can see, when I am served, that they love me.

Most importantly, however, I see that they love GOD.

They know they are truly serving God, not us missionaries.

I hear no one complain; I only hear “Gloria a Dios."

They take our trash from our hands.

They go out of their way just to bring us treats.

They push us forward and hand us a microphone.

They want to hear our songs, our sermons, our testimonies.

They are eager to embrace us, just like little children.

I can’t recall any unmet needs.

Here we thought we were coming to bless and help El Salvador, and I have never been so spoiled and humbled.

Some may be poor here, but they are certainly making many rich.