I’m afraid I left a chunk of my heart in Poza Rica and my friends there refuse to send it back in the mail. The city of Poza Rica in the state of Veracruz is a five hour drive from Mexico City on a curvy, two-lane road that winds through one of Mexico’s two mountain ranges. My dad, my 16-year-old sister Natalie, and I had plenty of time to go through old CD’s, singing aloud to forgotten songs. We made good time since we only got stuck behind a couple slow semi’s that we had to pass on those curvy mountain roads. The scenery out the windows changed drastically from the dry cactus desert on our side of the mountains to the lush tropical forest on the other side. The mountains provide the state of Veracruz with very fertile soil that ends up sustaining Mexico City’s consumption of tropical fruit. Javier says that Veracruz has been blessed with soil that will grow anything you throw in it, and he’s not far from the truth. Their soil is so full of life that the wooden posts used to fence properties sprout limbs and become their own trees. The tropical forests that surround the city seem like National Geographic magazine pictures of Africa. A forty minute drive from Poza Rica could take you either to the beach, to indigenous farming towns, or to the world-famous Tajín pyramids.
There are a few things about the Poza Rica area that might attract tourists, but that’s not why I went there. I went to visit Javier. “You have to come visit me sometime,” Javier said to me just before he hopped on a plane and headed home. During his Lafayette visit, Javier became a very close friend and I knew I would have to fit him into my Mexico visit to check up on him and taste life in his hometown. Three months later, I got the chance. I had my suspicions that Poza Rica would be a highlight of my Mexico visit and was totally looking forward to it. I have visited Poza Rica numerous times, but this time I was more connected with the people that live there then ever before. The following couple posts will be a memoir about the adventures my sister and I had during our week and a half stay in Poza Rica:
My dad’s parents are also missionaries to Mexico and live near Poza Rica; so our first stop was their house. But after visiting the grandparents for a couple days, making homemade ice cream, having devotions on the roof, and listening to embarrassing stories of Dad getting in trouble; the time finally came for us to hang out with Javier and be introduced to his friends. My grandparents serve at the church that Javier attends and lives within a ten minute walk. So when my grandma said she had to pick up some women there for a women’s Bible study, Natalie and I hitched a ride with her. The women’s study was going to celebrate a birthday, so Grandma brought a beautiful cake decorated with frosting roses. With a covering that didn’t fit very well and with bright white and red frosting leaking on her fingers, Grandma slipped the cake into the back of the minivan and we were off.
We left ten minutes later than Grandma had hoped and so she put the pedal to the metal. The road to Poza Rica was spotted with pot holes and bustling with taxis, buses, and construction trucks. But Grandma didn’t let the traffic or the holes slow her down as she weaved between vehicles and meticulously applied gas and break almost precisely when needed. I say “almost” because we clipped a bus with our side view mirror while swerving around it.
“Did I just hit that bus?” Grandma asked me as she licked icing off her fingers.
“Sure did,” I said as I rolled down the window and straightened out the mirror. “How often do you do that?”
“Once a month.”
We could hear the cake sliding from side to side as we dodged the pot holes. I said, “You’re really skilled at missing the holes.”
She said, “These aren’t even the big ones. Wait till you see them.” A minute later she tried to squeeze by a dump truck and our tires sank into a hole, bobbing the van and wagging our heads violently from side to side. “That’s a big one.”
I looked back at Natalie who was grasping the seat and trying not to laugh. We flew through downtown, startling dozens of pedestrians, and arrived at church only a couple minutes late. The cake was unrecognizable with the frosting smeared all over the plastic covering. Grandma and the women left for the study and Natalie and I waited for Javier to come pick us up and show us where his house is.
A year ago, January of 2009, we visited Poza Rica and talked to Javier at this same spot--the steps at church. Things were much different then. For most of his life, Javier had his eyes set on professional futbol (soccer) and he had reason to. He spent four months practicing with the Pumas (professional soccer team in Mexico City) but failed the test to get on the team. He was also dating a girl who was a negative influence. When we saw him a year ago, sitting on the steps with his chin resting in his hands, his world was falling apart and he was only beginning to turn to God for the answers. Although we'd played together as kids during other visits, I didn't know Javier very well and didn't know all this was going on. As we talked, I remember Javier mentioning that he was thinking about going to the U.S. to learn English. Then, in August of 2009 he showed up at Faith Baptist Church in Lafayette where I was studying college. During his visit, we spent our free time bonding and going to church activities. He let God work in his life more than ever before and his eyes were opened to more important things in life. The college ministries so inspired him that when he returned to Poza Rica he got the youth ministries in his church rolling. His emails were full of encouraging news about how the youth activities were well attended along with news that he was filling his time with work, school, and serving in youth ministries. I was eager to see with my own eyes how my new, close Mexican friend was putting to practice his new, flaming desire to glorify God.
Javier finally made it to church and we were all smiles to see him. He led Natalie and I on the short walk to his house. After a couple blocks of houses, we went through a futbol field and over a rusted walk bridge, crossing a brown river that smelled like sewage. We cut through a small park and reached the lumpy dirt roads of Javier's neighborhood. We stopped by several houses where Javier would holler for the young people who lived there to come play volleyball. "Nobody has door bells so we just yell," Javier told me.
Javier introduced us to some of his friends through a volleyball game at the small park near his house. Then he and I and some of the guys from the neighborhood went back to church for the small group study while my sister stayed at Javier's cousin Alexia's house. The study impressed me. It was on how the Bible defines marriage using the book Dije Adios a Las Sitas Amorosas, or I Kissed Dating Goodbye. The young guys were interested in the topic and there was plenty of participation. In fact, I honestly believed it was a discussion and not merely another lesson. That's what a small group study should be all about. The guys felt comfortable enough with the leader that they shared their thoughts and joked around and laughed heartily and still made an effort to stay on track.
"What is the purpose of getting married? " the adult leader asked.
"To raise a futbol team!" a big guy we call Emman.
"You kidding? I want my own orchestra!" Helge said, making everyone bust up with laughter.
After we quieted down a bit, Javier said something about companionship and sharing life. The leader added that close relationships help us grow and what's closer than marriage?
"It is most likely that your wife will have to work through some unrealistic expectations or misconceptions about what kind of person you are early in your marriage. But part of loving your wife Biblically also means getting as close as you can to her expectations," the leader said as we munched on cookies and creamy coffee that a kind lady from church brought us.
"What misconceptions did your wife have about you?" Javier's brother Daniel said.
The leader smiled and blushed as everyone laughed. Javier backed him up, "Surely you were the perfect guy, right?"
"I've never had to ask her about that," the leader replied and everyone busted up.
Dad picked us up to go home and we talked about the day with him. "I'm not sure we're going to want to leave after just one week," I said, trying to begin negotiations to stay longer than the originally planned week. Natalie agreed and Dad listened patiently. Indeed, after that evening of fun, the rest of our stay seemed full of exhilarating possibilities.
Javier introduced us to some of his friends through a volleyball game at the small park near his house. Then he and I and some of the guys from the neighborhood went back to church for the small group study while my sister stayed at Javier's cousin Alexia's house. The study impressed me. It was on how the Bible defines marriage using the book Dije Adios a Las Sitas Amorosas, or I Kissed Dating Goodbye. The young guys were interested in the topic and there was plenty of participation. In fact, I honestly believed it was a discussion and not merely another lesson. That's what a small group study should be all about. The guys felt comfortable enough with the leader that they shared their thoughts and joked around and laughed heartily and still made an effort to stay on track.
"What is the purpose of getting married? " the adult leader asked.
"To raise a futbol team!" a big guy we call Emman.
"You kidding? I want my own orchestra!" Helge said, making everyone bust up with laughter.
After we quieted down a bit, Javier said something about companionship and sharing life. The leader added that close relationships help us grow and what's closer than marriage?
"It is most likely that your wife will have to work through some unrealistic expectations or misconceptions about what kind of person you are early in your marriage. But part of loving your wife Biblically also means getting as close as you can to her expectations," the leader said as we munched on cookies and creamy coffee that a kind lady from church brought us.
"What misconceptions did your wife have about you?" Javier's brother Daniel said.
The leader smiled and blushed as everyone laughed. Javier backed him up, "Surely you were the perfect guy, right?"
"I've never had to ask her about that," the leader replied and everyone busted up.
Dad picked us up to go home and we talked about the day with him. "I'm not sure we're going to want to leave after just one week," I said, trying to begin negotiations to stay longer than the originally planned week. Natalie agreed and Dad listened patiently. Indeed, after that evening of fun, the rest of our stay seemed full of exhilarating possibilities.

