"It’s happening again,” said the 17-year-old seated next to me on the airplane. A veteran of several mission experiences, she was making her second trip to the Yucatán Peninsula of Mexico. On board an Aeroméxico flight from Houston to Mérida our fellow travelers were Mexican citizens, a few vacationers and the 24 members of our mission team. We were to spend a week in a rural Mayan village working on a construction project and leading a Bible school for the neighborhood children.
“Listen. It’s happening again,” she said. All I could hear over the roar of the engines was the lively conversation of native Spanish speakers and the occasional call button. “What’s happening?” I asked.