A couple of years ago, I traveled with Dale Yerton on a missions trip to southern Mexico. I flew from Houston, Texas into Mexico City where I met up with Brother Dale. We hopped on another plane and went south to Chiaphas, Mexico. I have never even heard of this place. A small town in a big valley. Mountains all around. I thought all of Mexico was desert? It is some of the most beautiful country I have ever seen. The next morning we got into the back of a small pickup. Not back seat, way back, tailgate back. We rode up those steep mountain trails in the back of this truck for six hours to reach a small Indian village where Dale Yerton had helped this village build a church. A place of worship in the middle of nowhere. I remember thinking, “How did Brother Dale find this place?”


