06-13-09 in Mexico

It all started when I got up at 3 AM in the morning and organized all my things. I arrived at BWI airport about 5:15, said by to my parents, went through security, and arrived at my terminal. There was a lady there that checked to see if her bag was small enough to pass the size test. Her bag did not pass the test, so she did not know what to do. I offered her a bag that I had inside my back-pack, but she said she had another bag. She put some of the things from the first bag into the second one, and asked me if I would carry it, because I only had one bag on, and she had two. I agreed and we went on the airplane. 

When I was flying to Houston, Texas, there was a little turbulence. I read on my plane tickets, that my layover could be for 30 min., but they would be boarding as soon as I arrived. Since there was turbulence on the way there, I arrived late. On top of this I was near the back of the plane, so as soon as I got off the airplane, I asked a person that they had set up to tell me where my terminal was at. He told me and I took off running as fast I could. I needed to take a train. After I got off the train I ran up and down stairs until I finally reached the terminal. When I got there the man told me that it had been moved to the other side of that building, and they were closing their doors in 3 minutes. I ran as fast as I could through food courts, down halls, around people, until I reached the gate. It was still open. I could not breath, and the lady there asked me what airport I came from. I took a breath and said Houston. She then replied you are in Houston. I then said oh, B---W---I. I got o the plane, and it was a smooth ride from then on. When I arrived at the airport I filled out immigration papers and H1N1 papers. I then went and picked up my bags, went out to the front of the airport, and a few minutes later, I saw Pastor Poston, Laura, Eric, Perla, and Andrea. We left the airport and went to McDonalds. After that we went to Pastor Postons house, where they had set up a welcome home sign, with paper and pipe cleaners. When we arrived, Eric and I cut the lawn and I saw Mrs. Poston. After that we went to the Church, got some tables and chairs, and then went to Sam's Club, which I found out is the same thing as Wal-Mart (Sam Walton?, something like that, and got some plates, trash bags, and ice-cream. We went back to the house and set up a trampoline. I also set up my computer with speakers, to play some spanish music. More youth from the church came to the house and we played games like volleyball, american football, and soccer. During this whole time I was learning spanish. Later I talked a little with someone translating for me, and David, one of the church members gave a message on witnessing. After time, everyone left, I washed the deck, and went to bed.

My soccer team, Reston 2 played Chantilly 1. We ended up losing the game, but one of my team members scored a goal, strait from a corner kick. We Will playing Chantilly 2 on the 9th, and we are ready to beat them. 

Mission letter to Mexico- Tell me what you think

Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ,

  Since I was about 14, I have been going on mission trips. My desire to go on these trips has ultimately come from the Lord working in my heart, but also from Him putting people in my life, teaching me about missions. When I was in 3rd grade I went to a class at my Church on Wednesday nights, were we would learn about the life stories of many missionaries God used in a very powerful way. I want God to use me in the same way, but I need the prayers and support of fellow believers for God to use me. 

My first mission trip was when a group of 6th and 7th graders from my church were taken up to Maine, to help a church. We passed out fliers for the Church. I could not believe the degree that the Lord ministered to me during this trip. Just a few years later, I went with a lot of the same people to Saltillo, Mexico, for the first time. There I helped paint, put in fans, pass out fliers for the church, and many other things. This touched my heart, but it was not until last year that I actually went back again. This time it was a whole lot more moving experience, partly to me being a much more mature individual. I understood a lot more of the things that were going on around me. I worked harder, and I also found a very strong connection with many of the Mexicans.

I related to many of the youth in Saltillo, Mexico, in one very strong way. This way was soccer. I have loved soccer since a very young age, and I feel God leading me to use this as a mission tool wherever I go. God has given me this great gift, and I know that He wants me to use this tool to the best of my ability. In Mexico this tool is like a high powered magnet, because soccer in Mexico is what many live for, it is on everything, all the cereal boxes, walls, and even the bread bags. I could not believe how popular it was there the first time I went. I can tell these people that relate to me that there is something more important than soccer, it is God. They listen to me, because they respect me in the game. 

I will be going to Saltillo, Coahuila, Mexico from June 13th until August 14th. Saltillo is 56 miles west of Monterrey and 248 miles south of Texas. While there, I will be staying at the house of Pastor Poston and other church members. I am going down to let God use me to spread His kingdom. I will be doing that by helping Pastor Steve Poston at Iglesia Bautista de la Capital (Capital Baptist Church), ministering to the youth, encouraging them in their walk with the Lord (praying and reading The Word), passing out tracts, going on visitation, going out with some other missionaries (american and mexican) to experience their ministries on occasion, going to some ranch ministries, starting a puppet ministry at the church, and using soccer. 

As it has been said, the gospel is free, but the plumbing is expensive. I will need to rase $2,000 dollars for all of the necessities and things that I would like to bring to minister to the people in Saltillo. As a brother in Christ, I am asking for your support and prayer, so that I might better let Him use me in spreading His gospel. 

Your brother in Christ, 

Kyle Murphy

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e-mail: k.murphy17@hotmail.com

A Real Work-Out

There is nothing like the work-out of chopping wood. That is exactly what I have been doing for the last hour and a half. It all started last winter when my family decided that it was too expensive to have gas powered heat in the house. At first we just slept with more blankets at night, but soon we realized we needed more. Soon we started transporting wood to the house, and usually cutting it up into smaller pieces to fit into the fireplace. Just recently my dad found a whole tree cut down on the side of the road, all in cylindrical pieces, so he loaded them into his truck and drove them to our back yard. When I got home, he told me that I had to cut them all up into pieces, so that next winter we can put them in our fireplace, to avoid freezing to death. He said that I must have it all done by the time I leave for Saltillo, Mexico, which is on June 13th. I do have a little under two months, but when you are busy as I am, that is not that much time. When I was done, I was soaking wet in sweat, and I felt like I had done a full-body work-out. I recommend it to lose wait and to save money. I think this is a great fix for a lot of problems (financial and physical). Although this fix can not come close to the fix'n you get when you become a Christian, it is still great.