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
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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