A Blanket of Fog

Helen Hofman

READ : Acts 12:5-11 Hear the cry and the prayer that your servant is praying in your presence this day. (1 Kings 8:28 niv) It was the late-1990s. Zapatista rebels had seized the Tzeltal Bible Center in Chiapas. Martin and Rosa’s small ranch shared a boundary with the school that was invaded by the Zapatistas. This made Martin’s herd of cattle vulnerable, so he decided to sell a truckload of them. He had contracted a truck to come at 5:30 …

Forgive and Move On

Helen Hofman

READ : 1 Peter 2:19-25; 3:14, 17 But if you suffer for doing good . . . , this is commendable before God. (2:20 niv) Construction of the Tzeltal Bible School in Chiapas began in the early-1960s. A Tzeltal carpenter, Martin Gomez, accepted our invitation to help with the construction. He worked so enthusiastically and so well that he was urged to continue to serve at the Bible School. He learned to drive the jeep and the tractor, and did …

Worshiping in the Woods

Helen Hofman

READ : Psalm 95:1-7 You are worthy, our Lord and God, to receive glory and honor and power. (Rev. 4:11 niv) Thomas’ parents arranged his marriage to Maria when they were both teenagers. Maria was an orphan raised by her non-Christian brother. She was happy to marry Thomas because she knew his family was Christian. She had wanted to become a Christian, but her brother had said no. Part of the bride price was for the groom to work for …

The Unexpected Mechanic

Helen Hofman

READ : Psalm 33:12-22 We wait in hope for the Lord; he is our help and our shield. (v. 20 niv) It was 10 o’clock at night. We were driving on a lonely two-track road in Tojolabal country. We had climbed up out of the deep valley on the narrow winding road, but were still miles from home. Suddenly the van stalled. This was not a safe place to be after dark. As the men got out of the car …

God Restores Peace

Helen Hofman

READ : Psalm 97 He guards the lives of his faithful ones. (v. 10 niv) Every Wednesday evening we picked up our Tojolabal language helper, Francisco, and any other Tojolabal Christians who wanted to go with us, and joined the ten to twelve Christians in the village of Madero, for a service in their chapel. Often a drunk man would wander into the church, drawn by the singing. My husband would usually guide him to a seat at the back …