Photo courtesy of Jim Nicolls
ARNOLD, Mo. (BP) -- Jim Nicolls thought he'd just been called to help the people of northern Mexico. Surely, that's why he wept through the night during his first mission trip in 2000, when he led a construction crew in building houses at a squatter's camp along the U.S.-Mexico border.
"That first night, I just laid there all night, weeping," he recalled. "God broke me. I kept saying, 'Why, God, am I here, and they're there?'"
More than the spiritual lostness, it was the "abject poverty" that existed along these borderlands that shocked him: "people literally scavenging," he recalled, "for what they could find -- a piece of cardboard to cover a crack in their cardboard shanty, cans that they could use, food and clothing that they could find in the dump. … Little kids were in the dump with their mothers, finding what they could find. If they could pick up a little toy that was thrown away, they were happy." Read More