Dry wells...Living water

Me and my friend Jordan

After four grueling days of physical labor under the hot Mexican sun, it was becoming painfully obvious to all of us that we were not going to strike water. At that point however, we knew the real work had already been done in the spiritual realm.
For our third week of Spring Break short-term teams I traveled out to a village about 2 hours away with a bunch of guys to help drill two wells. I was assigned to a team with two of my close friends, Jordan, and Jon W. The well we were working on had been started the previous year, but still had a long way to go. Before we started working, the three of us circled around the hole and prayed for God’s blessing on our efforts. As we were praying, we all heard a sound and opened our eyes just in time to see a roll of toilet paper bounce off the ground and down into the hole. One of the other team members was trying to help us out, and blindly threw the roll over an 8ft. wall as he was driving away. It was unbelievable, and we knew that it was a sign that we were in for an interesting week. It took us the first 4 hours just to get that stupid roll out!
By the end of the first day, the three of us were exhausted and a bit discouraged at the lack of progress. We kept running into one rock after another. Throughout the day various Mexicans would come to watch us work and observe our methods. As the sun began to set, we were taking a break sitting around the hole when another guy showed up. We didn’t think much of it, but he was talkative and introduced himself as Jorge. He invited us down to the local bar/strip club that night. We each politely refused and it seemed to baffle him. He couldn’t understand why three strong, young men would not want to go drinking and looking at naked ladies. Now my friend Jordan speaks really good Spanish and I’ve hung out with him a lot over the last 7 months. A couple times now I’ve observed the anointing of God come upon him and I’ve had the pleasure of watching and listening to him preach some amazing messages. This was one of those times. I sat there praying for him as he shared his testimony with our new friend Jorge and was blown away to see the man’s countenance change right before our eyes. He was hungry. He confided in us how he’s been searching for God and he’s fed up with the hypocrisy all around him and how he’d like to really know how to talk to God without any other strings attached. He got excited about the Good News we shared with him! He then told us that he is the owner of the most popular local radio station that broadcasts to a countless number of people. He asked us to come on air the next night and share what he had just heard so all of his friends and family could hear as well. It was out of this world!
It was such an amazing experience to sit in that little padded sound studio. We circled around a table with 6 microphones sticking out of it, and with the big, black ear phones on our ears making us look silly, we all did our best to share God’s message of love and forgiveness with Jorge the host, and all the listeners that night.
As I sit here typing, I still can’t believe all of that happened. It was so cool to see God’s hand at work and get to be a part of it. Please pray with us for Jorge as he begins his relationship with God. Please also pray with us for all the listeners that night, and those who will hear it again as it is re-broadcast in the future.
We had to walk away from dry wells sunburned and exhausted…but each of us realized that something of much greater significance had taken place. Men and women down in this neglected area of Southern Mexico got a taste of water from the well that never runs dry. Praise God!