I still can't stop thinking about it.

Hey there! It has been three days since we got back to Fargo and I can't stop thinking about the things we saw on our trip. First, I miss all pf the kids that we met and had a blast playing with. Second, I listened to a song from Wicked, a musical, today and thought about them again. The words to this song include: "because I knew you, I have been changed for good." The people that we got to know in Mexico changed us for good and we changed them.
A third thing that has kept me thinking about Mexico is something that I got the opportunity to see and feel on the way home. Andrea, Kathie Strehlow and I went to the Oklahoma City Bombing memorial when we stopped in Oklahoma City. I don't know how familiar you all are with what happened so here's a quick summary. Two men were upset about how the government responded to a situation the previous year and decided to show their displeasure by attacking the federal building. On the morning of April 19, 1995, they drove a truck of explosives to the building, parked it on the street next to the building and blew it up.
168 people were killed that day. 19 of them were children in the day care whose parents worked in or close to the federal building. 19 INNOCENT CHILDREN were murdered for nothing! This thought blew me away, especially after spending a week working with wonderful, beautiful children in Mexico. I could not fathom what kind of person would do this to them. And then God saw fit to make the experience even more touching. As I was walking through the memeorial, I saw a little note spray painted on the wall of the building that now houses the memorial exhibit. On the day of the bombing a rescue worker spray painted this on the building:
Team 5 4-19-95
We seek the truth
We seek justice
The courts require it
The victims cry out for it
And God demands it

And I thought of the way in which God brought justice to the world. He brought it with his own flesh and blood. He gave his son, a shining reflection of God's power, perfection and glory, as a sacrifice to pay for the sin of the world. Jesus died 2,000 years ago for you and for me and for the men who killed 19 children on April 19, 1995. In some ways, this experience made the trip more profound and more meaningful to me. I loved every moment in Mexico, but this made the trip something that I can never forget.
God's Blessings,
Mason