The woman sitting next to me on a five-hour bus ride from Puebla to Oaxaca, Mexico, opened her Bible to the “Segunda Epístola de San Pedro Apóstol”—2 Peter. The “1” of the first chapter was circled and various verses were underlined. This was a well-used Bible. I asked, “¿Es cristiana?” She nodded and immediately asked if I was. Yes, I told her. It was like passing the secret handshake.
Her name was Grata, and we soon determined that she attends the same church in Oaxaca as the family I was going to visit, that she knew my friend Noemí, and that I knew her brother, a gifted leader of the church’s prison ministry team and occasional lay preacher.