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RUNNING ON FAITH: Women queue up for the Mother’s Day luncheon
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RUNNING ON FAITH: Women queue up for the Mother’s Day luncheon

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Hope Award | West Regional runner-up: A border doesn’t stop Crossroads Nogales Rescue Mission from being good neighbors to those in need

Issue: "Effective compassion," July 27, 2013

NOGALES, Ariz.—As Arizona’s Interstate 19 comes to an end, the city of Nogales looms in the distance. It has low-rise buildings, colorful clusters of homes—and a jarring steel snake of a fence that divides residents. Nogales, Ariz., has a population of 21,000. Nogales of the Mexican state of Sonora has 10 times as many.

Many things are similar on either side of the 20-foot fence, which also extends 10 feet underground. Spanish signs proclaiming ¡Venta! (“sale”) decorate stores. Highway signs on both sides use the metric system. The differences, though, are profound: Police and border patrol officers roam on one side, drug cartel honchos intimidate and often control local authorities on the other. On the U.S. side, the hourly minimum wage is $7.80. That’s more than a day’s wages for factory workers on the other side of the fence.

Bert Wenke, assistant director of the Crossroads Nogales Rescue Mission, admits she doesn’t know what to do with the jarring disparities in her city, or America’s larger immigration problem. Illegal immigrants regularly run through her backyard or duck behind shrubbery as she drives home, and she responds by calling the border patrol. But Wenke and her husband, Ben, do know that the fence should not bar Christian compassion to her neighbors in Mexico who live in poverty.

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They opened Crossroads in 1995. At the time friends told them it would never work: Nogales is too rural. Nogales straddles two countries. Nogales has no major industry so there’s no way to get support. But the Wenkes stuck with it, relying on prayer and the generosity of churches and donors in nearby towns. Today the mission has grown to four facilities and a budget of more than $600,000. It helps thousands of people, almost entirely from Mexico.

Bert was once an aspiring go-go dancer and barmaid. Ben was a drug dealer and alcoholic. After having children, though, they professed faith in Christ—first Bert, and then (after much prayer) Ben as well. They felt called to help others with troubled backgrounds and worked at rescue missions in Seattle, Boise, Wichita, and Tucson before heading to Nogales. Together they had 60 years of mission work between them, yet the issues they dealt with in Nogales were unlike anything they worked with before. 

For starters, the people who come for the free food, chapel services, and clothing come from a different country, using Mexican visas to cross the border. Rather than dealing with drug addicts and homeless people, most of the people either have jobs in factories with measly pay or are elderly societal discards. The Wenkes also deal with border city issues: One woman with children stayed at their shelter until they realized she was a coyote smuggling children illegally over the border, using the mission as a stopping point. From then on, anyone staying the night had to show an ID.

On the morning of Crossroad’s Mother’s Day luncheon, men, women, and children started filling up the mission’s courtyard at 7 a.m., hours before the chapel services even started. The regulars helped volunteers set up chairs and tarps, some picking up brooms and sweeping the floor. The journey to the mission—riding the bus, walking, waiting to cross the border—takes more than half a day for some.

Marta Jimenez Merino, a short-haired woman with glasses, waits under a canopy for chapel to start. A bandage covers her middle finger, which she said she cut at her factory job scraping off paint. The job pays only enough to cover her utilities, and as she also helps take care of her grandchildren, “we wouldn’t make it if the Mission didn’t feed us here,” she said in Spanish.

She’s been coming to Crossroads every Saturday for a year, traveling five or six hours one way from her home in Mexico. Merino, who is 56, fears for her job security, for many in Mexican society believe people over 50 are too old to work. She and others file into the chapel at 11 a.m., where the pastor preaches about the importance of mothers in the Bible. Men and women drop pesos and coins into the offering plate, which goes to help missions in other cities.

Around noon, the people queue up at the dining area, where volunteers passed out ham, corn salad, and a roll. They’re serenaded with a Spanish Mother’s Day song, and a Cub Scout handed each mother a carnation. Once outside the women stop by stations to pick up produce bags, loaves of bread, and purses filled with toiletries and a Bible. Then they head to the women’s shelter down the street, where donated clothes, toys, and appliances pile high on folding tables.

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