Back in the 1970s, Paul and his family were faithful members of a Pentecostal church in Connecticut. Eloisa was the church’s missionary, and her job was to go off somewhere, wherever God sent her, to start a mission church to save souls that the Bridgeport church would never reach. For evangelicals, this is a crucial duty. Eloisa felt that God was telling her to head to Mérida, Mexico.
A missionary from another local church, the Assemblies of God, had already began La Comunidad Cristiana Príncipe de Paz, which today remains on Avenida Itzaes. No one from the church was from Yucatán, and Paul can’t think of any other connection to the region, which was far away, mysterious, and hard to get to. Think about the era. Back then, travel to Mérida was much more grueling than it is today, and of course, the technology that makes communication so simple now didn’t exist back then, so when you left your hometown, you really left your hometown.
Paul remembers that Eloisa found success and a following. In Mérida, late in life, [Read more…]