The Difference 1957 and 2016

We received 3 new children and there is another one in the hospital who is burned so will come when released.

A New York team arrived and tomorrow a Mississippi group will arrive.

The team went to minister outside Casa this morning and then had a program for the little kids in the evening.

The elementary students participated in the academic olympics in San Bartolome’ today.

In 1957 I was in high school and I want to share my feelings about what the high schoolers of 2016 are missing out on today.

I could go to a party without fear of drugs or alcohol.                                                                                                                     I could walk to my friend’s homes day or night without fear of being attacked or sexual                                              I could turn on a TV without seeing nakedness, hearing a filthy word or listen to  someone make fun of Jesus.                                                                I could date without fear of my girlfriend being raped or abused.                                                                               I could leave my doors unlocked and my windows open 24 hours a day.                                                                                                  I could stand in the middle of the football field and pray before a game.                                                                   I could have brought a Bible to school and had prayer groups if I had been saved.                                                 I could speak without being accused of being “politically incorrect”.                                                                         I could participate in a debate without hatred and accusation.                                                                                     I could enjoy the Christ of Christmas.                                                                                                                          I could live my life everyday without fear of gangs or perverts.                                                                                 I could go fishing with an African American and a police officer at the same time.                                                   I could visit with all my classmates and not one was from a divorced home.                                                               I could dream without limits.                                                                                                                                       I could find a summer job.                                                                                                                                          I could afford to go to college without being in debt for years.                                                                                   I could sing “God bless America” and I could pledge “One nation under God”.

My deepest regrete as a father and grandfather is that my children and grandchildren have never been able to enjoy those blessings even in the land of the free and the home of the brave.