Tampico and/or Bust!

We made it to Tampico today. This is the jumping off spot for our camp starting next week. We have been driving 3 days to get here. Today the truck was worst of all. It seems to have known we needed to get here. God allowed the truck to get us to the house where we were staying. Even though the truck would start and run the last 3 days of traveling, since we parked here at the house, we have not been able to get it started and running with any reliability.

Tomorrow we will be tearing into a few things and seeing if we can pinpoint the problem. Today we found some things, but after we had dinner, it was hard to convince ourselves that we really needed to spend much time under the hood.

“No Sir, Mr. Police officer. That’s illegal!”

Yesterday morning as we were leaving Coatzacoalcos we were pulled over by the police. This is something that many people deal with here in México, but we really never experience it where we live.

This was a “routine” traffic check. They were checking papers to make sure that the drivers had licenses and car paperwork in order. I have no problem with that. When I was told to pull over, I did not immediately suspect anything fishy.

That all changed when the police officer came to my window and stuck his hand in to shake mine. That was odd behavior for a policeman. I then knew what was coming. He asked me if my paperwork was in order. I replied with a simple “Si, Señor.”

He said, “Then just buy me a Coke and you can be on your way.” Buying someone a Coke is a euphemism for paying them a bribe. México is known for its corruption in the police system. The government even runs TV commercials here telling people to not pay bribes. They call them “mordidas” which is “nibbles.” As in, small bites.

I simply told the officer, “No Sir. That is illegal.”

He thought for a second and said that if my papers were fine (he did not ask to see them) then I wouldn’t mind buying him a small snack. Again, I replied, “No Sir. That’s illegal.”

He was about to let me move on when his boss came up and asked if my papers were in order. I said they were and he asked to see them. I started showing them to him and he said, “Don’t worry about the papers. Just buy us a Coke and you can go on.”

For a third time I replied, “No Sir. That’s illegal!”

He looked in at my family and said we could go on. As we pulled away I heard the boss say, “They are religious people. They won’t give us anything.”

That, my friends, is a classic example of extortion. Forcing me to pull over so that they could ask me for a bribe. They obviously had no intention to look at papers. That was the pretext, but they were not doing it. They were using their authority to force people into giving them money. And many will do it.

I just acted as authoritative and refused to give them what they wanted. What are they going to do to me? México is a changing place. Gone (I hope) are the days that they will lock you in jail under false charges just to get a bribe out of you. There is too much public awareness of the problem today. Only those who are scared of their authority will bow to that.

I am not advocating breaking laws. I am just wanting them to live under the same laws everyone else must obey.

We never experience these kinds of actions in Yucatán.

Rough run, but we are here

Our goal was to make Villahermosa, Tabasco today. We got there about 5:00 which meant that we should have been able to make it to Coatzacoalcos, Veracruz before sun down. We did. But it was rough.

The trip itself was not rough, nor too much for one day, but the truck was running rough. It progressively got worse as we went along. I am hoping that it will be back to running as well as it did this morning when we get up and at ’em tomorrow. Maybe the cooling off will help. I am not sure. But the truck did seem to run well when we started out today, so that is encouraging.

Tomorrow we are going to the city of Veracruz. We have a missionary friend we will be staying with while we are there. And, consequently, he will be the next Missionary Talks interview.

We’re Off!

Truck is running well enough to get out of town. Whether it gets us to where we are going may be another matter. But, at least we are leaving.

I should not be completely Internet-less while we are gone. So I will have some updates along the way.

Book review: God’s Secret Agent

One of the podcasts I listen to was offering the book God’s Secret Agent as a free gift back in November or December last year. I took them up on their offer and had them send me the book. It is written by Sammy Tippit. Though I feel like I know the big names in conservative fundamental religious circles, I had never heard of Sammy Tippit.

This book is an autobiography. It shares his spiritual quest from his salvation to his opportunities to stand on some of the world’s largest stages and present the Gospel of Christ. It is quite remarkable the places that God led him during the cold war. He was in the USSR during the 1980s when it was hard for Westerners to get in, let alone Christians.

It is inspiring to see how God led him and his team into some wonderful, and often scary, preaching opportunities. Sometimes, in ways that would not be considered rational. Though I personally shy away from “shock” evangelism, he shows how God used it during times and situations that was very effective. He even admits in the book that there are some things that he did in the past that were right for the times he did them, but he would not participate in them today.

Lest you think this is an autobiography of an old man telling about what great things God has done in the past, let me assure you that the book comes right up to the present. Mr. Tippit is not yet an old man looking back on the past from a rocking chair on the porch. As a man in his 50s, he possibly has another 20 to 30 years to take a stand for God.

The book ends with him talking about places where he will soon be preaching (the book is 6 years old now) where God is working. He was not even able to name the countries to which he would be going. Though he has not been involved primarily in Bible and tract smuggling, he has gotten into countries to share the Gospel under some pretty clandestine ways.

Again, I know nothing about the man or where he stands doctrinally. Perhaps I would not agree with him on many issues. But it appears to me, from reading this book, that we can agree with the fact that God has a work for us to do and that each one of us needs to seek God’s guidance in our daily lives.

Even if you are not of the same religious persuasion as I (Why not? Don’t you know I am right?), I think you could enjoy the suspense and intrigue in this real life story of a man who wants to be wholly given over to God.

God’s Secret Agent: An Autobiography, 296 pages, Tyndale House Publishers, 2001, Sammy Tippit and Jerry Jenkins