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Central America Mexico City By Mark Lockhart We had just finished language school when my wife and I and our two sons, ages one and three years old, arrived in Mexico City. I was a thirty- four-year-old veteran of the United States Air Force, a mature Christian and a college graduate, and I was very naïve and anxious about the new culture and these new people. We had our first experiences in the home of veteran missionaries who were on furlough when we arrived. Even in language school we had American friends who were able to converse with us, but now we were thrust completely into a different culture, new food, new people and trying to adapt to the language. Mexico City is now our home, but the road was challenging. We have changed but so too has Mexico. Is Mexico City a forgotten place? That's impossible, right? After all, Mexico City remains one of the largest cities in the entire world! During the time we have been in Mexico, BIMI has seen eight families leave this great city. Most of them continue to serve God elsewhere. Three other families have come in their places. I do not want to give a misrepresentation. There are many missionaries working in Mexico City, but unfortunately the number has decreased in the last 15 years. I know families 24 BIMI WORLD Number 2, 2012 who have left Mexico City to start Hispanic ministries in the United States. I make no judgment of their calling. My desire is to bring attention to a city that needs missionaries. I was born in Michigan and grew up in Georgia. Remarkably, the population of Mexico City (over 19 million) almost equals the combined population of these two states. I have never had the privilege of visiting New York State, but Mexico City equals its population. 1 Even in the midst of a changing nation, there remains one constant, the enemy. Satan will always either try to distract or destroy the Christian whether he is at home or abroad. Is it possible some are distracted and therefore reject the possibility God would have them be missionaries in this forgotten place? Admittedly, serving as a foreign missionary is not always pleasant and sometimes does become lonely. Yesterday, I visited a cemetery where our fourth son is buried. He would be ten years old now. I did not go alone. My wife and