Posts Tagged ‘missionaries in mexico’

This weekend Dawn, Hannah and I enjoyed going through the pictures from our first 10 years in Mexico, before we moved to Colorado. It was fun reminiscing, and reflecting on the many good friends the Lord gave us while we lived and worked in Mexico. I thought I would share some of those pictures here. I’ll start with our first term in Mexico from 1990 – 1994.

The Diaso family at the end of our first term. Hannah was born in April and we left for our Home Ministry Assignment in May of 1994

The Diaso family at the end of our first term. Hannah was born in April and we left for our Home Ministry Assignment in May of 1994

David Jr. newly born with Esmeralda while we were still in language school in McAllen, Texas. David was always a hit with the high school girls we were working with.

David Jr. newly born with Esmeralda while we were still in language school in McAllen, Texas. David was always a hit with the high school girls we were working with.

Dave & Dawn with David Jr. and Bruce Thompson and friends from Language school in the Zocalo. Mexico's center - town square

Dave & Dawn with David Jr. and Bruce Thompson and friends from Language school in the Zocalo. Mexico’s center – town square with the cathedral in the background.

Dave & Dawn with David Jr. in our first few months in Mexico City visiting Angel & Celia Cisneros in Xochimilco

Dave & Dawn with David Jr. in our first few months in Mexico City visiting Angel & Celia Cisneros in Xochimilco

Enjoying a ride on a canoe with Armando Cisneros in Xochimilco

Getting ready to enjoy a ride on a canoe with Armando Cisneros in Xochimilco

Dawn, Dave, David Jr. & Jon with the Arechiga family from our first church plant in Mexico City

Dawn, Dave, David Jr. & Jonathan with the Arechiga family from our first church plant in Mexico City

Sinuhe Arechiga, with Dawn, Andrea & Leo Ruggeri, Fernando and Leo's friend. We worked with a lot of young people in those days. Our house was always fall of activity.

Sinuhe Arechiga, with Dawn, Andrea & Leo Ruggeri, Fernando and Leo’s friend. We worked with a lot of young people in those days. Our house was always full of activity.

Ernesto & Vivian two of the young people we worked with in our first church plant.

Ernesto & Vivian two of the young people we worked with in our first church plant.

Issaid Arechiga with David Jr.

Issaid Arechiga having fun with David Jr.

Dawn with some of the women that were involved in our first church plant

Dawn with some of the women that were involved in our first church plant

David & Jon trying to figure out what they thought of the clowns in Coyoacan

David & Jonathan trying to figure out what they thought of the clowns in Coyoacan

I like this shot of me working at night on my Mac with my son sleeping. The Mac dates me - it was one of the first models that came out in the late 80's.

I like this shot of me working at night on my Mac with my son sleeping. The Mac dates me – it was one of the first models that came out in the late 80’s.

A group picture of all the missionary families we worked with in Mexico City with Mission to the World! A fun group!

A group picture of all the missionary families we worked with in Mexico City with Mission to the World! A fun group!

I don’t want to overwhelm you with too many pictures, but this gives you a glimpse of what we looked like and some of the people we worked with in our first term in Mexico. If you would like to see more pictures, I posted more on my Facebook page, David Diaso Sr., including a slide show video.

I hope to post more pictures from our second term in Mexico, which takes us up to the year 2000. My goal is to get them up later this week. Enjoy!

In His Grip, Dave

DiasoLifeOnTheBorder.org

My Experience: Kidnapped in Mexico City
Dave and Dawn with our son, David Diaso Jr. He is a student at San Diego Christian College

Dave and Dawn with our son, David Diaso Jr. He is a student at San Diego Christian College

While we were serving as missionaries in Mexico City in the 90’s I was kidnapped. Many people have asked me to share more about how it all happened. My son, David Jr. wrote a story about my experience. The event affected our whole family, and I love the way David tells the story.

Since it’s not a short story I’m posting it in parts. This is the second of a three-part story. I received some great feedback from the first post. You can find part 1 here…

Kidnapped: Part 2

The cab driver opened the door for them and quickly jumped in the cab and sandwiched my father. Quickly the man on my dad’s left ordered him to keep his eyes closed. What is going to happen to me? Dad thought. Was this the end? Is today the day I meet the Lord? Just a few weeks before one of the missionaries who worked with my dad had been kidnapped and killed.

Dad felt one of the men stick a cold rusty blade against his side. The blade dug into his side as the cab bounced over the beaten streets of downtown Mexico City. The other man patted my father down. He grabbed his wallet, wedding ring, briefcase and then they saw the gold beaded necklace with a gold cross that dangled on my dad’s neck. The man quickly yanked it off my dad’s neck, leaving the beaded imprint on the back of his tan Italian skin.

“Que es su trabajo?” What is your job they yelled. “Soy un misionero.” I’m a missionary he proudly answered. They saw his small leather bound Bible his mother gave him. He carried that Bible everywhere. The men pulled the Bible out and demanded to my father “Juro, juro sobre esta Biblia que no nos mienta y no vas a decir nada a nadie acerca de nosotros.” Swear, swear on this bible you will not lie to us or tell anyone on us. Dad placed his left hand on the Bible and hesitantly lifted his right arm. Sweat was dripping down my father’s horrified face that was still covered by the cloth. His body was shaking uncontrollably and a chill rushed down his spine. His mind was racing, wondering what would happen to him, to our family.

“Prometo” I promise, dad timidly claimed.

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Dawn and Dave with David Jr. just outside Mexico City at the pyramids

Dawn and Dave with David Jr. just outside Mexico City at the pyramids

Mom and I waited in the kitchen like we always did. My brother, Jon and my sister, Hannah were already fast asleep but I couldn’t sleep. When my dad left, I was the man of the house. At three feet nine inches with my zip up footie-pajamas, I was the protector of the house. Sure I was only 7 years old but someone had to take care of my mom and my little siblings.

“Mommy where’s dad?” I asked. It was late and dad should have been home 30 minutes ago. My mother started worrying, but I tried to stay my optimistic self.

Another hour went by and we knew something was definitely wrong. It was way past my bedtime but I couldn’t go to sleep. I always waited for my dad to come home and tuck me in. But today he wasn’t here, What was I going to do? I can’t handle losing my dad. I’m only seven years old. To be continued…

Thanks for the great feedback on part 1. I’d love to hear what you think of part 2. I will conclude the story in my next post.

In His Grip, Dave

DiasoLifeOnTheBorder.org