Dust kicking up behind us...The rattle of the vehicle over every bump...What would have felt like a long trip flew by as we listened to the stories told by the president of the Mexican pastors' association. We drove for what seemed like endless miles, passing town after town. Each time you reached a new town it seemed to be the end of the long bumpy road. But every time there was a turn or curve, and a little path appeared taking you onward to the next town.
