Running Water, Bucket Baths, and Kettles

When we moved to San Antonio, we lived in a small room in the clinic which had served as an examining room (where Andrew had lived since he had begun working there). The room was only big enough for a twin bed and a small table.

Andrew's office

Our room

Before we got married, Andrew had told the villagers, “Now I can live anywhere, but after we get married, I will have to move to Chilón where we can rent a house.” (Chilón is a small town about 15 miles from San Antonio.) But the villagers wanted us to live in their village, so they all donated money to buy building material and began building our house. It took longer than we had anticipated to get the house built and ready, so we lived in that small room inside the clinic for about one year.

Pancake breakfast...made on our bed!!!

The room we lived in had no bathroom and no running water. Andrew had bought a little electric burner where I was able to cook our food; and we had to walk to the school (about 160 yards from our room…I counted once!) to shower and use the bathroom. I cannot complain; I look back on that first year of married life with very sweet and happy, happy memories!

We had a 5-gallon Igloo jug where we stored our water. I purified it with drops of Clorox (I had seen my mother do that all my life, until we were able to buy purified water in San Cristóbal). Those 5 gallons of water were used for washing hands, brushing teeth, and washing dishes. I’d fill a kettle of water and take our dishes outside and wash our dishes with the kettle. How did I do it? I just did! I had my little system, and it worked!

Don Manuel and Doña Anita were a couple who became very dear to us during the time we lived in San Antonio. Doña Anita was Andrew’s official helper (called his “Auxiliar” among the villagers). When Andrew was gone, she was in charge of giving out medications to the sick and she even learned to give shots. But she and Don Manuel were a very giving couple. Before we got married, Andrew took his meals at Doña Anita’s house; after we got married, she told me, “Anytime you need tortillas, come to my house and I will give them to you.” She made hand-made tortillas on a fire…yum, yum, delicious! We always had fresh, hot, hand-made tortillas to go with our meals. They were so good to us during the time we lived there.

She told us, “Any time you want to take your showers at my house, you are welcome to.” And occasionally, we did. Sometimes when the school teachers weren’t there, they locked the school up and we were not able to get into the school bathroom; or sometimes there was no running water at the school, and we’d shower at Doña Anita’s house. Their shower room was separate from the bathroom, and had no door…only a shower curtain. So Andrew would stand guard outside the shower while I showered.

Now, when I talk about showers, I mean there was no hot water! We’d shower with cold water! We’d just grit our teeth and shower as quickly as possible! On really cold days, we had an electric wire that we’d stick into a bucket of water and heat our water that way.

One night, we showered at Doña Anita’s house. Someone was talking to Andrew, so he wasn’t really watching the curtain! Suddenly, he said, “Watch it for the little lady,” (in English). I said, “What?!” He repeated, “Watch it for the little lady!” I looked and saw two little sandaled feet standing at the curtain; and when I looked up, I saw Doña Anita’s little 4-year-old niece, Deisy, peeking in at me!!! I shooed her away!
From that time on, Andrew more carefully guarded the curtain!!!

Doña Anita is the lady on the far left. Deisy is the little girl on the left. I climbed these steps that go to the roof to hang out our clothes.

I also washed our clothes, by hand, at Doña Anita’s. She had a big tank and a wash area and she graciously allowed me to wash our clothes there. I’d hang them up on a clothes line strung on top of her roof. There were times a sudden rain storm would come and I’d run over to Doña Anita’s, quickly climb on top of her roof and bring my clothes in!

After Little Andrew was born, we’d always take our showers at Doña Anita’s. That way, I could heat Little Andrew’s water on her stove.
The house the villagers built for us

It was July, 2003, when we finally moved into the house that the villagers had built for us. It was a rectangle building, made of boards, with a division in the middle. The right area was our livingroom-kitchen area; and the left area was our bedroom. They didn’t add a bathroom on until right before Deborah was born, in 2005; so for another 2 years, we lived in that house, but still had no running water. But I was so happy to have a larger living area, and thankful to actually be able to have a real stove and even have enough space for a refrigerator! We really enjoyed our home!

My kitchen area. Modern for the villagers. The Indian women were always so curious, and loved to stand at my window (behind me in the picture) and watch me cook.

So I continued to carry our clothes and eventually our dirty dishes over to Doña Anita’s to wash them. A few months later, the village men put a faucet right behind our house, so I was able to carry a little bench out back and wash my dishes out there. Little by little, our home became more comfortable for us.

Our livingroom area. Through the door was our bedroom

(See part of the hammock? That was Little Andrew's bed!)

In September, 2004, my dad said, “Anna, I want to buy you a washing machine.” I said, “Dad that is really sweet and generous of you, but I don’t have a place to put it!” He said, “Some day you will. And when you do, I want you to have one.” So he bought me a very nice washing machine, which we kept in San Cristóbal, and I used when we’d come on the weekends. A few months later, the village men said, “Dr. Andrew, I think we should add a bathroom on to your house.” They did, and my life was revolutionized. We could now use the bathroom there, I could bathe my babies without having to go to someone else’s house; and there was even enough space for my washing machine inside that bathroom; so I could now even wash our clothes AND our dishes in that bathroom! I felt like I was on top of the world!!!

The west side of our house where I hung our clothes out to dry. The little room off the back is the bathroom.

Now, under normal circumstances, one wouldn’t think I had “come up in this world.” To be put into that house from the beginning would have seemed like less than comfortable. But because of the circumstances in which we had lived before, we were so, so grateful and happy to be able to live in that house! And we DID live comfortably in that house until my husband was moved.

I remember one day, I was making our bed in our first little love nest, and I thought, “How nice it would be to have a bigger place to live!” Immediately, it was as if the Holy Spirit spoke to me, “Don’t become discontent. I am preparing you for your next step in life.” Looking back, I realized the Lord was teaching me a very valuable lesson. Be content with SUCH THINGS as ye have; if not, you won’t be content with the next thing that God will give you. Had I not been content in that small room where we started, I would not have been content in the board house the villagers sacrificed to provide for us. You’d think we had moved into a mansion when we were able to move into the house with a rough concrete floor, made of boards that had spaces between them (and where mice, snakes, and other animals were able to come in and make themselves at home!). And that’s another thing…Andrew became quite the expert mice killer! Beware, mice! What fun we had hunting and killing mice (well, I’d watch the hilarious spectacle from on top of the table, usually!!!) That’s a totally different good story for a different time… On three different occasions we found snakes in our house. One morning, I was brushing my hair at our dresser mirror, and I looked down and saw that a snake had shed its skin onto the leg of my dresser table!! (Oh, Yeah!) Before I’d lay Deborah in her baby bed, I had to take out each blanket and shake it, and then I’d take out the bottom to check for snakes. One morning I was reading my Bible at our dining table, and a baby opossum came running through our house…through one side, and quickly out the other! I don’t know who was more surprised and scared: me or the baby opossum!

But do you get what I’m saying? What is God preparing you for next? Don’t complain! Don’t become bitter at your circumstances. Because if you’re not happy now, you surely won’t be happy at the next place God takes you!

Lovely home in San Antonio

“…and be content with such things as ye have…”
Hebrews 13:5

While You Were Sleeping

It is my privilege as a mother to be able to pray for my children. Our Little Andrew Jonathan will be 7 in December, and Deborah Jolene will be 5 in September; it seems that time just flies by! I want to do all I can in my prayer life and in my personal life so God will put His hand of blessing on my little ones!

I wrote this poem last year. I hope it will encourage you to continue to pray faithfully for your children.

"Then were brought unto HIM little children, that HE should put HIS hands on them, and pray:

and the disciples rebuked them.

But JESUS said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto ME:

for of such is the kingdom of heaven.

And HE laid HIS hands on them, and departed thence."

Matthew 19:13-15

WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING

While you were still sleeping, my dear little one,
I got up out of bed, a little after dawn
So I could have time alone with my Lord
And search for wisdom found in His Word.

While you were still sleeping, of your surroundings unaware
Down on my knees I spent time in prayer
And I asked the Lord to keep you safe throughout the day
As you spent your day in fun and in play.
While you were still sleeping, smiling in your dreams
I prayed and asked God to use you as best to Him seems
And that at an early age He would call you to salvation
And that you’d keep yourself pure in time of temptation.

And while you were still sleeping, content in the warmth of your blanket
I smiled as I thought of you, with hands in your pockets
When you had come up to me, smiling so handsomely and said,
“Mommy, you’re the prettiest lady I’ve never seen,” and patted my head.
And I prayed for you, that God would give you a sweet, submissive wife,
And that she would love and obey you and be a blessing to your life.
I know you’re still small, and these things won’t be for a long time
But even now I pray that you would fulfill God’s sweet purpose divine.

And then you woke up, and we went throughout our day,
That included school, some chores, and, of course, lots of play
And I was reminded as I did my motherly duties in my daily routine
Of the things for which I’d prayed, even for things yet unseen.
And my Lord reminded me that if you come to fulfill the things for which I pray

I will have to be a godly example every moment, every day
Because your heart at this age is so very tender
And for you to see Jesus in me, my will I must surrender.

And so tonight, after you were tucked away in your cozy bed
I kissed you good night as I pushed the hair away from your forehead
And as I walked out of your bedroom I turned out the light
And I smiled as I thought about you, such a delight.
But then before I got into my own warm bed
In prayer I quietly bowed my head
And prayed for forgiveness for my sins of the day
For the things I had done, or for something I might have said.

“Dear Father in Heaven, please help me to remember
That if I’m not careful I might possibly hinder
The work that You want to do in the life of my child
Please never let me be used to plant seed of guile.

Please keep me from making a terrible mistake
Or from living a Christian life that is fake
So that my sweet little boy would want to imitate
Your Own Holy Son, and never forsake
The path that is godly and holy and right,
But would always walk in God’s wisdom and light.”
And again tomorrow, while you are still sleeping
I’ll wake up before you do, and continue speaking
To my Heavenly Father, and ask for His keeping
Over your life, and I’ll believe in the reaping
That will come from countless hours of asking and believing
That God’s promises one day I will be receiving.

.
And when you, my little one, are old enough to understand
Remember that God has something special for you planned
And you have a mother who has prayed for you so
And I’ll continue to pray as you continue to grow.


Written by
Mrs. Anna López
09/November/2009

John and Elaine Beekman Part 2

On my second visit to Amado Nervo, I took things with me to bake pumpkin bread. (My in-laws have a big harvest of pumpkins every year.) I had taken pans in which to bake the bread; but Mom López proudly opened her oven to show me where she keeps her baking pans. She pointed to them and said, “Elena Beekman.” In Ch’ol she said, “These were hers.”

I couldn’t believe that after all these years she had kept these pans! Truly, these are a treasure to her! She showed me other dishes that Mrs. Beekman had left for her, which she still uses.

One time when we were there, after our children were born, it was time to eat, and Mom López told my children in Ch’ol to wash their hands; but they didn’t understand her. So she said (in English), “Wash a hands.” Everyone burst out laughing; and the children obeyed her. She proudly said, “The Beekmans taught me how to say that.”

Andrew and his Mom in her kitchen

During the 8 years that we have been married, I have come to realize how much the Beekmans meant to my father- and mother-in-law. Because of the faithfulness of these missionaries, my father-in-law was encouraged to remain faithful to his Lord until the day he died.

I recently came across the following, written about the Beekmans in 1955:

Deep in the mountains of southern Mexico, five days by horseback from any road, there is a mud-walled, thatched-roof house in a village called Amado Nervo. Here for six years have lived two missionaries, John and Elaine Beekman. Most of the time John Beekman is directing the work of the hundred Ch’ol Indians who spread out from Amado Nervo preaching and teaching their tribesmen to read.

In addition he manages to find time to work at translating the Bible in Ch’ol with the help of three other translators. Five books of the New Testament are now completed. Thanks to the Beekmans—and to the American Bible Society which has published the texts—more than 3000 Ch’ols have become Christians.

The house of John Beekman is but one of the many outposts of the American Bible Society, which last year distributed more than 15,000,000 Bibles, Testaments and Gospels in 144 languages to people in forty-eight countries and nine groups of Pacific islands.

When we were in Amado Nervo at the beginning of this month, my mother-in-law showed me some letters that Mrs. Beekman sent to them over the years. How she treasures those letters…written in her native Ch’ol dialect. As Andrew translated those letters to me, I was touched by the deep love that the Beekmans had toward my in-laws.

In the book, Peril by Choice, I read that Mrs. Beekman majored in music at Moody Bible Institute, where she graduated in 1946. When they arrived on the field, it is said that she thought, “All my music preparation will be of no use here in this mountain village!” But God DID have a specific purpose for Mrs. Beekman’s music talents. She translated many, many hymns into Ch’ol, which are still sung in the Ch’ol churches and homes today. Every day, my mother-in-law plays hymns sung in Ch’ol on her cassette player (and she sings along!).

This past week, Andrew and I were blessed to have spoken on the telephone to Mrs. Judy (Beekman) Van Rooy, the Beekmans’ daughter, for the fist time. She remembers Dad and Mom López very well. “In fact,” she said to Andrew, “when I was ten years old, I remember going with my mother to help with the delivery one of your brothers.” Tears came to my eyes as I listened to Andrew and Mrs. Van Rooy converse. She told us that Mrs. Beekman read her Bible in Ch’ol every morning so that she would not forget Ch’ol. She said, “The day before my mother died, my brother asked her, ‘Mom, what do you look forward to the most about going to Heaven?’ And Mom said, ‘Oh, seeing the Ch’ol believers!’”

It has been said that through the ministry that John Beekman began among the Ch’ols, over 12,000 Ch’ols came to know Christ. But I know that for at least one family his ministry made a real difference.

Dad López watching us leave through his house window

John and Elaine Beekman Part 1

--Written Autust 5th, 2010 in Amado Nervo--

In 1951, Wycliffe Missionary John Beekman and his beautiful wife, Elaine, arrived in Amado Nervo, a small village nestled in the mountains of southern Chiapas. Bro. Beekman had to walk or travel by horseback for many long hours over rough mountain trails to reach the village where he would work and live among the Ch’ol Indians. Over a period of eight years, with the help of the natives, he translated the New Testament into the Ch’ol dialect and Mrs. Beekman translated hundreds of hymns into Ch’ol.

The mountains surrounding Amado Nervo

My father-in-law, Gregorio López, was one of the men who worked faithfully with Bro. Beekman. Missionary John Beekman was very influential in the spiritual growth of my father-in-law, whom I affectionately refer to as Dad López.

John and Elaine Beekman eventually moved to another village called Berea, located on the Tulija River, to begin a ministry to train Ch’ol men to reach other villages with the Gospel. Dad López moved his family to Berea to continue working with the beloved missionary. A few years after they moved their ministry to Berea, John Beekman was asked to became the Translation Coordinator for Wycliffe Bible Translators, and Missionary Hank Stegenga took his place. Bro. Stegenga took over the Bible Institute that trained many, many Ch’ol Indian men who evangelized the Ch’ol villages. Dad López worked faithfully under the missionaries in Berea for 22 years. After the missionaries moved the Bible Institute to the city of Palenque, Dad López moved his family once again back to Amado Nervo.

Gregorio and his sweet wife, Juana, raised 10 children. Their ninth child is the one I was blessed to have married.

Andrew had spoken to us of John Beekman, the missionary to the Ch’ol Indians. My mother recalled a book she had acquired in 1970 called Peril By Choice, by James Hefley. It is the biography of John Beekman and his life and ministry among the Ch’ols. (I encourage you to read that book. It is a very inspiring story.) We were surprised to learn of the connection between Andrew and the Beekmans.

Two months after our wedding, my husband took me to the village of Amado Nervo, where his parents were living. We went to celebrate Mother’s Day.

The nearly two-hour trip up the mountain in a rickety old truck on a bumpy gravel road was exciting to me. I had heard of Amado Nervo for many years, and I was so excited to be able to finally come to my in-laws’ home.

Mom López greeted us with a chicken stew. (She raises her own chickens and prepares delicious chicken stew and home-made tortillas on an out-door fire.) Let me say here that Mom López is one of the hardest-working women I have ever met. She has been an inspiration and a wonderful example of a wise and prudent lady. She reverenced and obeyed and submitted to her husband; she joyfully raised 10 children in the poorest of circumstances; and she goes about her house-hold duties with a smile, untiring, it seems. The house she now lives in is not fancy at all, but she is very proud of her home. Andrew tells me this house is much, much better than any house they’ve ever lived in. Deborah feeding her "ChuChu's" (Grandma in Ch'ol) chicks, August, 2010

The two days we were in Amado Nervo, we were treated like royalty. A few times that Andrew and I walked around the village, some of the older people asked if I was the grand-daughter of their beloved John Beekman.

Every night (on that visit, and every single visit thereafter), before we went to bed, Dad López got out his Ch’ol Bible and hymnbook, put on his glasses, and read to us from the Bible in Ch’ol. He’d lead us in memory verse recitation and in songs and always gave a testimony to the Lord’s goodness. I never understood everything he said, but “Juan Beekman” and “Enrique Stegenga” were sometimes mentioned. How precious to be able to hear him read from the Bible that he had helped to translate!

Dad López and Little Andrew, grinding corn...2008

In later years, after our children were born, Dad López took time to teach them songs in Ch’ol, which they still sing today, among others which Andrew has helped them learn. I cannot help but thank God for the godly heritage my children have. Only the providence of God could have brought about the amazing story we can tell to our children: How God’s grace brought the saving Gospel to the hidden mountains in Ch’ol country, and how Gregorio López was saved; and was blessed to have been able to work with two pioneer missionaries in these mountain villages.

In 2008, Mom López had to be given special medical care in Tuxtla, the capitol city of Chiapas, and she and Dad López spent some time with us in San Cristóbal. Andrew asked his dad one evening, “Dad, do you have Bro. Stegenga’s phone number with you?” He did, and we called Bro. Stegenga on Skype. Over the speaker connected to the computer, I could hear as Dad López and Bro. Stegenga conversed in Ch’ol. Andrew told me that Bro. Stegenga speaks Ch’ol perfectly! As they got ready to say goodbye, Dad López began to weep. His tears ran down his wrinkled face and fell to the floor! What a sweet sight that was to me! I thought, “This missionary was really loved by this Ch’ol man!” I had the privilege of talking to Bro. Stegenga, and he told me, “Your husband grew up in my shadow. I remember him well.”

Last year, I received a message from Bro. Stegenga, saying that he was going to be in the Palenque area, and that he would like to see Dad López. At his 79 years of age, Dad López made the effort to travel to see Bro. Stegenga. I am told that it was a happy, happy reunion. It was the last time they would see each other on this earth, as Dad López passed on only eight months later.

Deborah at the car window as we were nearing Amado Nervo

Yesterday, as I looked over the valley (or “bowl,” as this village was referred to by the missionaries) where the village of Amado Nervo is located, which now looks much different than it did when the Beekmans lived here, I thought, “I am looking at the same mountains they looked at when they looked out of their window. I can see the same spot where the airstrip was built so the M.A.F. planes could bring supplies to the missionaries.” I prayed, “Lord, I want to make a difference. Please use me to make a difference in someone’s life, just as John Beekman and Hank Stegenga made in the life of my father-in-law; thus impacting my husband’s life, which in turn influences my children’s lives!!! Use me, Lord!”

Amado Nervo, the view from my mother-in-law's house

In Memory of My Dad

Today would have been Dad's 69th birthday, would he still be living on this earth.

I read Proverbs 17 this morning, and verse 27 says, "He that hath knowledge spareth his words: and a man of understanding is of an excellent spirit." That verse reminds me of the kind of man dad was. To those of you who knew him, you knew he was a quiet man; but he had much wisdom.

Dad was born in Duncan, Oklahoma, the son of an unsaved carpenter. Grandpa was rough, but he was honest. (He got saved in 1977.) Grandma kept Dad in church (pastored by Bro. C.L. Cole), and at the age of 16, he was saved. I can still hear Dad telling his salvation testimony: "I was sitting on the back pew, and during the invitation, Bro. Cole walked back to me and put his hand on my shoulder and said, 'Tom, wouldn't you like to be saved?' I said, 'Yes, but I just can't believe it's as simple as you say it is.' Bro. Cole said, 'Well, it is.' When I got to my room that night, I knelt by my bed and asked God to save me."

Grandma once told me, "Your daddy never gave me any trouble growing up."

Dad graduated from High School and went to Oklahoma City to medical school. He began attending a Baptist Church pastored by Bro. W.N. Bond. Bro. Bond's testimony of Dad as a young man was that he was a clean, separated man.

Dad met my Popsy, Dr. L.H. Ashcraft while still in medical school, and began supporting the ministry in Monterrey, Mexico. When he went to visit the work, he met Mom; they were married in September, 1969.

Dad had finished medical school and had done his residency; he was on his way to becoming a rich Pediatrician. But God called him to missions and led him to Chiapas to work among the Indians. He walked away from what could have been a very lucrative job and never looked back.

His ministry was never well-known; he quietly plowed this hard ground. In his lifetime, his ministry apparently never grew. But because of Dad's consistency and faithfulness, there are now many good, solid works established among the Tzotzil Indians. And now the church that Dad started here in San Crisbóbal has grown and is thriving under the leadership of his son.

I was thinking about Dad...I remember having church in our livingroom, sometimes with only 10 members...Dad and Mom and their eight children. He'd lead singing and preach as if there were 100. He was faithful to take us soul-winning. We were his ministry. He concentrated on raising his children for the Lord, all the while living a life that was real.

Dad's 24-year struggle with Parkinson's Disease greatly hindered him (humanly speaking) in his mission work. But his illness brought honor and glory to his Lord. Dad never let that get in the way of doing what he could for the Lord. He once said, "As long as I can put one foot in front of the other, I'll keep on going." And literally, there were times he couldn't even do that. But he'd smile and say, "Hey, kids. Isn't it fun being a missionary?!"

There is much more I could say about this man. What a testimony he left behind! I certainly do miss him, and there are times I wish I could go back to his bedroom and see him sitting in his rocker. I'd like to just sit down with him and get his advice on different things.

But he's now with his Lord, whom he loved and served faithfully for so many years.

"And let us not be weary in well doing; for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not."
Galatians 6:9

"...and let us run with patience the race that is set before us." Hebrews 12:1

Dad and Mom in June, 2001

Dad and Mom López

In November, my father-in-law, Gregorio López, passed away. He is now with his Lord, whom he loved and served faithfully for about 60 years.

Dad López was a Ch'ol Indian who was saved at the age of 16, and whom God used to help translate the Holy Bible in the Ch'ol dialect. His story is an amazing one, which speaks of the grace of God.

In a future post, I will share with you Dad López's testimony and the blessing that he was to many, including his American daughter-in-law.

Tomorrow, my husband and I and our children are going to visit Mom López in the village where she lives. It is always a blessing to spend time with this sweet Christian lady who was such a faithful helpmeet to Dad López.

In the 8 years I have been married, every single time we have gone to the small Indian village where Mom López lives, we have always had exciting experiences. I ask that you please pray for our safety, both in our travels as well as in our stay there. My prayer is that I would be a blessing and an encouragement to my dear mother-in-law, as she always is to me.

Our family with Dad and Mom López in January, 2009

What Manner of Child Shall This Be!

This month, I was able to be a part of two Daily Vacation Bible Schools: One held in our church, and another held in a small town in Veracruz, where my sister and her husband labor faithfully.

In our church, there were a total of 178 enrolled, with a high attendance of 149. These numbers represent children who heard a clear presentation of the Gospel!

Game Time at our Church VBS

Our little Deborah Jolene

When working with children, I am amazed at how tender their hearts are. Jesus said, “Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter the kingdom of heaven.” As my brother-in-law said this week, “Children love Jesus. Their hearts are tender and soft and when you tell them about Jesus, they readily accept and believe the Gospel message.”

Mom playing her accordion and leading the children in the songs

In our church, Mom taught all the lessons. I watched with amazement as she taught with the same youthful energy that she did 25 years ago when she taught her first VBS. I sat and listened as she taught The Soldier of God with the same lesson book, the same memory verses, the same songs, taught in the exact same way as she did when I was only 7 years old!!! This year, my children sat under her teaching (what a huge BLESSING that was to me!) and children came to the VBS whose parents she taught 25 years ago. That is one of the rewards of staying in the same place and working faithfully for so many years!

Children at the VBS in Veracruz

Little Andrew listening to the Bible story


Last week in Veracruz, I watched children who had never heard the Gospel, for the first time hear that Jesus loves them and that He died for them. I was able to talk to 5 of them and give them the plan of salvation and hear them pray and ask Jesus to save them.


Me with Perla and Jose Manuel, who were saved last week in Veracruz...

...and with Adriana and Napatali, who were also saved in Veracruz

Deborah and Denise listening intently to the story of the Good Samaritan



How refreshing it is to work with children! My heart has been blessed. Please pray with me for the following children who were saved:

Brandon
Karla
Oscar
Monse
Joel Angel
Jovani
Itari
Perla
José Manuel
Italia
Araceli
Naptali

Karla (in the red)

Itari (in the brown)


--What Manner of Child Shall This Be!--


“Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not.
For of such is the kingdom of Heaven.”