You know you are a undocumented Mexican when you live in southern california and your wallet gets stolen with your social security card inside and you ask your mom how you can get one and your mom answers by saying "don't worry mijo i'll call your tio juan and we will get you a new one.

Mexico beat Brazil 1-0. Si se puede.

Things I did since yesterday afternoon.
1. Went to the beach and boogieboarded for a while.
2. Came back went to small group.
It was one of the best small groups we've had. I really enjoyed talking and going over Hebrews chapter 3. I read it and then went into discussion.
4. Went to pick up rudy and sam sam at long beach airport.
5. Slept and woke up to go running. I ran about a mile.
6. Took a shower and read Luke 6:35-36 and thought about whom I have conflict with that I could exhort for the remainding days before I go up to Washington.
Right now i'm frying a whole package of bacon. Bacon and eggs for breakfast and a blt for lunch.
Dang!!!! i gotta go my bacon is burning.

I leave to go to Washington next week. I'm gonne pay $138 round trip on the greyhound from Los Angeles to Pasco Washington.
Things to do while in Washington.
1. Spend time with Mom & Dad.
2. Spend time with all family.
3. Spend time with interns at Center For Sharing and Glenn and Cheryl.
4. Teach interns at center about Mission, Starting a ministry w/ the shorties and dicepleship.
5. Connect with supporters
6. Connect with friends
7. Rest from ministry in Pasadena.
8. Pray about the fall.

This summer went by so quick. I think is because of all the people I was working with. So, many workgroups. But summer is pretty much over for me here. So, its a good thing.
I wanted to send out a picture newsletter. But because of lack of camera wasn't able to do it. I'm looking forward to buying one in the fall maybe.
We are waiting for Rudy here at the harambee. We miss the big fellow. Me and Kelly are going to pick him up today fro LAX.

Keeping a dating relationship is not easy. Not too long ago I ended a 14 month relationship with a lady I was dating. As painful as it was for the both of us but more for her. Which I feel bad about. Eventhough it was hurtful to part, it was the best decision we could make. You are problably wondering why this happen. Well, let me tell you a bit. Its always nice to have someone to hold you and take care of you make you feel everything is going to alright. Well, we both found that in each other. And as we grew closer together so did our desires to be with one another. And at the same time we discovered a lot of faults we both had that didn't help our relationship grow closer to God. All a matter of the heart. I didn't really like the friends that she had and was hard on her about it. A lot of times my Messicanes got in the way and I tried to be controlling over her which is not a good thing in a relationship. It was to the point where It made me upset even if she was hanging out with a Christian crowd. I was jelous and I was getting in her way of growing in relationship with other Christian people and I was in the way of her growing closer to God on her own. She was a little possessive of me. When we first began our relationship we were at different spiritual levels and I didn't see that until after. Or I chose not to see that I should say.
One of the major reasons for our breakup was the physical aspect. It was very difficult to keep our hands off each other. I know this might be taboo for some of you. But its the truth. And sometimes people cover it. Not too long ago we met to talk and that was confirmed. We both agreed on not seeing each other. We wanna give God enough space to work in our lives.
One of the things, if you read this, I want prayer for is that she told me that God had confirmed with her that I was the one she was to married. Its hard for me to accept that. Because who is to say that. So, if you read this feel free to pray for me and send me any advice you might have.

Keeping a dating relationship is not easy. Not too long ago I ended a 14 month relationship with a lady I was dating. As painful as it was for the both of us but more for her. Which I feel bad about. Eventhough it was hurtful to part, it was the best decision we could make. You are problably wondering why this happen. Well, let me tell you a bit. Its always nice to have someone to hold you and take care of you make you feel everything is going to alright. Well, we both found that in each other. And as we grew closer together so did our desires to be with one another. And at the same time we discovered a lot of faults we both had that didn't help our relationship grow closer to God. All a matter of the heart. I didn't really like the friends that she had and was hard on her about it. A lot of times my Messicanes got in the way and I tried to be controlling over her which is not a good thing in a relationship. It was to the point where It made me upset even if she was hanging out with a Christian crowd. I was jelous and I was getting in her way of growing in relationship with other Christian people and I was in the way of her growing closer to God on her own. As well as her, she was a little possessive of me. When we first began our relationship we were at different spiritual levels and I didn't see that until after. Or I chose not to see that I should say.
One of the major reasons for our breakup was the physical aspect. It was very difficult to keep our hands off each other. I know this might be taboo for some of you. But its the truth. And sometimes people cover it. Not too long ago we met to talk and that was confirmed. We both agreed on not seeing each other. We wanna give God enough space to work in our lives.
One of the things, if you read this, I want prayer for is that she told me that God had confirmed with her that I was the one she was to married. Its hard for me to accept that. Because who is to say that. So, if you read this feel free to pray for me and send me any advice you might have.

In just about a week from today I will be getting on a greyhound bus to go up north to Pasco. I like riding on the greyhound but I don't like how long it take to get to my destination. I'm gonne be on the bus for 1 day and 4 hours. When I could be up there in less then 5 hours if I flew. Its all good. I'll be able to afford flying.
I have four weeks to be in Washington. Two of the the four to work with some youthworkers on learning about mission work. I really don't know how to feel about that. Cause I graduated from Jubilee with a couple of them. Wondering how they are gonne see me coming in.

well what can I say. I come home a little while ago to find my room filled with bunch of kids from this workgroup. Yes! the same workgroup that had and still has their stuff all over the house. They are just in there lounging on my bed and floor and chair watching a movie.
Right after that Kelly one of the interns comes over to bake some cookies and asks everybody if they wanna volunteer to wash the dishes since everyone is just sitting around. And one of the leders quickly runs up to her and says they are not our dishes they are Sergios. I don't know what else to say about that.

Today i got up thanking God. Which I forget to do on most mornings. I feel better about the whole situation this week. Having to let go and let God at my house was difficult. I was being angry cause all these 32 boys had take over the house leaving no space for me. And usually I have my room as a refuge. Except this week because a couple of boys from San Francisco are staying with me. Kyle and Josh are their names, normal teens. I was feeling so good that I made breakfast for the three of us. We had steak and eggs, which was good.

"Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls."
Matthew 11:28-29
My friend Rhema in her apologies sent this verse to me. Which I had forgotten. And it helped centerd my self more on Him, which is good.
I was losing it. Just one more week before I go up north. Living in the inner city is hard. In the last two days we had 4 shootings right by where we do ministry. Someone got shot and everybody started going crazy. The bird was going crazy with the sky light patroling the hood at night. I had to go and tell the group with us to go to sleep as soon as possible. And to go inside the building. Cause some of them were sleeping outside.
Living here is hard. I was talking about someone about it. We are constantly being attack by satanas. You only have to sit for a minute and look around to notice all the spiritual stuff going on.
All I can do is be prayful about it.

Today was defenetly not my day. I woke up around 2 somen' to pee and drink water. And I couldn't even get around the kitchen because of all the crap the workgroup that is here has. All their stuff is like all over the kitchen. I mean suitcases everywhere even their clothes all over the ground. And even on the dinner table. I finally get some water. And got to sleep right before my dog starts barking. My neighbors pitbulls jump the fence and start doing their dog business at my house so my dog goes off like crazy. I finally got my dog to be quiet. I got a few hours of sleep before I got up. Wanted to make some coffee to find out that the group had used up all my coffee filters and coffee creamer. Which I don't care but at least replace the stuff.
Finally got the day going. I had a meeting with some people from Ascending Lights: Leadership Network. Which is a non-profit organization "committed" to help develop Christian leaders. By providing financial support while these leaders are in junior college. Which sounded wonderful. I mean they want student leaders who have been committed to ministry for a while. Everything they were saying described me to the extent. Up into the point when they said you have to be a citizen or have a green card. Thats fucking great. I wanted to shoot myself. And I don't care if anyone doesn't think I'm not a Christian because of what I just wrote. But common. And then right after the meeting one of the ladies that supports Harambee comes out with I don't support immigration. You know what I hear when people say that? I hear we don't support you, get the hell out of our country. Thats what I hear. And not too long after that one of our summer interns comes out with a question of "how do you feel about breaking the law by being in this country illegally?" here is my answer: I feel fucking great. Jumping with joy dammit.
Just to put some icing on the cake. A couple people I know, Rhema and my ex-girlfriend wendy decide to play a dumb trick on me. Right after telling them what kind of day I was having.
I wanna hang myself from the tallest asparagus I can find.

It has been a while since I wrote up in this thing. Don't have a whole lot to say. A group of 17 just left just as a group of 19 arrived. And I'm expecting another group of 60 coming tonight. Frijole!!! Rudy said I could take tomorrow off so thats good. But I got a feeling that he is gonne be like "u know I think I'm gonne need you to stay. Aber que pasa.

early rise today. It was invevitable because my dog kept on barking so I couldn't do anything about it.

what a summer this has been for me so far. I mean really. I don't know what God has been trying to teach me. Is that right. Can I say God has been trying to teach me. A lot of the time I find myself thinking about my servantude, is that even a word? or is it my Messicanes influencing my grammatical skills. Who knows and who cares. I feel like there isn't much communication around our leadership. At least towards me. I end up playing different roles around here. Now, my job is workgroup coordinator. Meaning, to my own understanding, hosting and caring for groups while they are here. But it seems like thats changing all the time.
For example, this week I've been doing Jamaals job at the center. He is pastor for our summer program. But he was missing most of the time so I had step in and deal with the kids and teachesr and even some of the staff members whom are not very cooaperative a lot of times. And also do a lot of other things around the center.
I feel like end up with the short end of the stick. I mean logically you would think, you are here doing what ever you can to serve and see to others peoples needs, so you would assume if you had some needs people would help you out. But its not like that for me. Maybe its because I'm undocumented, an illegal that is a burden or maybe its not me. Now what i'm saying sounds selfish and it problably is because it doesn't follow what God wants for me. But is how i feel. Too bad is not all about feelings right?

Just got done watching the movie the "Bourne Identity" which is a fast action thriller about assisins. I watched with a couple of the interns Kelly and Esther.

Man its hot. I spent part of this morning hanging with the pre-k shorties. It was good. Almost all of them don't speak English. So, the teacher is having a hard time teaching them. I read a couple books with them but wasn't very successful because of their short attention span. After going outside for playing we came back in. Misses Sara, their teacher tried to do a bible lesson but it wasn't working out. She tried to explain how Jesus can help us in time of trouble but the only problem was that they didn't know who Jesus was. So, I took over and went back to la dotrina days with Jovita. Jovita is problably the oldest person I know. She taught me when I did my first communion and confirmation. I remember walking up the mountains to get to her house back in Mexico for our late afternoons of la dotrina. Today I found myself doing the same thing. And I taught about her. I asked the kids if they ever had gonne to church with their parents? They said yes. All are catholic. So, I asked them if they ever seen the guy on the wall in inside the church. They were all like yeah, si vimos el señor. And I was thats Jesus. After that prayed with them. It was neat.

well, summer doesn't start for me until i hit the beach. So, yesterday me, kelly, esther, john and little brandon hit the beach. We went to dockweiler beach by lax. It was very fun. We took a couple boggie boards and a tent. The best part was swimming past the breaking zone unto still water.