An eight year-old girl (not pictured) from the apartments across the street from the church approached me this evening in the gymnasium. We had just arrived. She said, “Pastor Glen. I am glad we haven’t moved back to Mexico. At least here, we can learn about God. ” Then she smiled a big grin. And my heart melted. This is one more reason why I do what I do, even when I ache and I am tired. When I do it for the least of these, I do it for Jesus.