Today I greet you in the name of our wonderful Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. I pray God’s riches blessing upon you, and assure you that our Lord is touched by the feelings of our infirmities. (Hebrews 4:15) He heard the cry and saw the afflictions of His people Israel while in Egyptian bondage. God hears the cry of the needy. (Psalms 72:12 & 13) “For He shall deliver the needy when he crieth; the poor also, and him that hath no helper. He shall spare the poor and needy and shall save the souls of the needy.”
For thirty-five plus years, I have heard the cries of the poor and needy in Mexico. When pastors cried out for churches, I built them from the northernmost border of Mexico to the southernmost border. From the Gulf of Mexico to the Pacific Coast, I’ve heard the cries and seen the affliction of the poor, sick and needy. For twenty-five plus years, I’ve found them doctors, dentists and medical teams. I’ve built them medical facilities, bought them medicine. Together, we have touched hundreds of thousands, because God first heard their cries and put it in our hearts to help them.
I thank God that He hears the audible cries of the needy, but I also thank God that He hears the silent cries. Betty Carranza was seven years old and dying with leukemia in a hospital in Mexico. Betty’s mother and father would take turns caring for her. Betty writes in her book that not wanting to upset her mother, she would scream in silence. Her mother could not hear her, but her heavenly Father could. God saw the affliction, heard the cry and had compassion. Betty is now approaching 40 years of age, has a beautiful family and is serving in ministry. I want to spend the rest of my life hearing silent prayers and mending broken lives.
She was near 30 years old, married and the mother of three. She was a member of the church in Tuxtla, Chiapas. She would not speak or smile without covering her mouth. She had no front teeth. I saw her affliction and heard her silent prayer. I paid all of her dental expenses to answer that silent prayer.
He was near 40 years old, laying block on our new medical clinic in Chiapas. He would try to speak without opening his mouth. His teeth were rotten, down to the gums. I saw the need and heard the silent prayer. I sent him to a dentist and paid the entire cost.
The wife of our pastor in Atoyac is a beautiful lady, always well dressed and showing respect to her position as First Lady of the Church. She had one flaw. Dental. She would need dental implants and much dental help to fix her need. Her cost would be beyond her ability. I saw her need and heard her silent prayer. I paid her bill.
Many times, seeing an elderly indigenous person counting their pesos, hoping to have enough to pay for their purchase, I say, “Put that on my bill”. Oh, I’m sure there will be many more churches to build and much medicine to buy as I continue to do this. My prayer is, “Lord, help me to mend broken lives, to see their needs and to hear their silent prayers. God hears the cries of his people.