Friday, January 29, 2016



Some people still do not believe that it snows in Juarez, Mexico.  But we had almost a foot of snow just two days after Christmas of 2015 in Juarez.  The snow brings all the issues to Juarez that it does to any other city in the United States that is not well prepared for it.  But it was a wonderful blessing to all the children in a city that do not have too much to laugh about.  To the children of Juarez the snow was a Christmas gift from Heaven.  And it was a joy to hear all the laughter of kids playing in the snow, if only for a few days.  It was a beautiful ending to another great year in Juarez.  In this blog entry I will give just a few updates from the end of 2015 and the beginning of 2016.

The year also ended with a one week visit from Tyler Tucker, whom I love as a son, from Searcy, Arkansas.  We had a great week visiting and ministering at different locations in Juarez.  Pictured on the left is Tyler sitting in a donkey-drawn buggy owned by a man named Cuco, who travels through parts of Juarez selling small plants and picking up items to recycle.  Tyler was a blessing as he also spoke at a couple of ministries.  One of the highlights of Tyler's visit was taking food to the people in the very poor areas of the city.  It was both heartwarming and sad to look down the dirt street that we were traveling down and seeing people already waiting for us to bring them food.  At one of the houses that we came to, two small kids announced to us that their sister was "sick".  After asking their uncle about the sister we found out that she suffered from epileptic seizures.  I asked the uncle if he would permit us to pray for her.  Her uncle gave us permission, so Tyler and I prayed for Raquel (pictured on the left).  Since that day I have gone back to check on Raquel.  On my last visit Raquel's mother told me that after 22 years Raquel is healed and has even been taken off her medication.  We thank the Lord Jesus for that.  He is the only One that can heal. 

During the last few days of October 2015 I was giving Pastor Duarte a tour of that very same poor area of Juarez.  Pastor Duarte was my host when I visited Cuba last summer and he was now visiting me and Juarez.  As I drove down the dirt streets I noticed a ministry to my left that I had not seen before even though I travel this area very frequently.  Immediately I heard the small still voice of the Lord asking me to go back to the ministry so I made a U-turn.  The ministry is called VALIENTES DE DAVID (DAVID'S VALIANT MEN).  And soon we learned that it was a re-hab ministry for ex-addicts.  The Pastor at the minisry as well as the men were very kind and extremely glad to meet us.  I found out that the ministry had only started a few months prior to our stopping there and that they had a lot of needs.  Besides needing food and everything else for the cold weather that had already started, their facility was very, very tiny.  One of the very first things that I brought them was a wood heater that also serves as a stove.  I have brought them food on a regular basis, many blankets, and just about anything they needed to make life a bit easier and comfortable.  I also connected them with my great friends, Pastor Manuel and Lolis, who have also taken them under their wings and have helped them tremendously.  One of the things that amazes me about people in Juarez is when I see the needy help the needy.  It blesses me tremendously when ministries unite and help each other out.  I know that it makes the Lord smile.           
Last year a paintball facility was remodeling so they donated the old walls to Pastor Manuel.  Pastor Manuel in turn donated the walls to these men.  They quickly used the walls to quadruple the size of their ministry.  By American standards the place may appear shabby, but this is an area in Juarez where pallets and cardboard are used to construct houses.  The roof in this ministry is just boards and sheets of plastic but I believe that in time all that will improve.  Three months after meeting up with this ministry the Lord has blessed them in many, many ways.  It's exciting to see how God moves to bless His people. 

Another exciting ministry is the church and orphanage directed by a precious friend, Pastor Martin Nuñez.  Pastor Martin's personal testimony is the most incredible testimony that I have ever heard.   

Pastor Martin and his wife Leticia have been picking up orphan children from the streets of Juarez for many years.  One of the first ones that they picked up as a child was Luis who also has an incredible testimony.  Luis is now a young man who is an outstanding preacher and is currently attending a university.  Luis is studying to be an attorney.  The facilities housing these kids, currently 19 of them, has been a constant challenge for Pastor Martin.  Most of the ceilings were falling down and everything else was in very poor condition.  The poor conditions may not have mattered too much to these kids who once lived in the streets and who are accustomed to looking at the moon and stars as they lay down to sleep.  After all, they now get plenty of love and care from their "Dad and Mom"; and that's the main ingredient to making any child happy.    
But Pastor Martin's dream has always been to give them a decent place to live.  Lately I have been blessed by several people who have given me donations to pass on to Pastor Martin.  With the funds he has continued to remodel the facilities.  All the pictures of the facility were taken on the same day.  The progress already made can be seen, as well as what still remains to be done.  Pastor Martin is an excellent speaker and one of my challenges is to bring him to Arkansas, or anywhere else, so that others may hear his incredible testimony.

In my travels around the poor areas of Juarez I often stop and visit with folk out in the streets.  Days after the snowfall in Juarez I was driving around and came across this family on the left.  The mom, sitting, is keeping an eye on her pot of beans while her daughter washes the dishes.  It's warmer outside when the sun is shining.  This is not a rare sight in Juarez.  I asked them what else they had to go with the beans and they were surprised at my question.  

Beans was all they had and the mother was hoping that the pot of beans would last at least three days.  I had a bit of food with me and I left it with them.  The tiny one-room concrete house on the left is occupied by a young couple and their four children.  They had been using a blanket for a door.  But when I got there a man was putting up a door for them.  Eventually I return to these families and bring them food, blankets, firewood, and whatever else I can help them with.   

I have known Jose (left) for about a dozen years...long before I became a full-time missionary in Juarez.  That was back when I visited Juarez with an Arkansas team on missions trips.  When I first met Jose his residence consisted of two 55 gallon drums with a piece of plywood on top of them.  Jose lived under the sheet of plywood.  Today Jose, 82, lives in a one-room concrete block house in the same poor neighborhood.  I consider Jose to be one of my special friends in Juarez.  The lady sitting next to the pot of beans lives down the street from Jose.

I consider Jose to be a craftsman with a very special gift.  He carves wood and makes beautiful horses.  He also carves out other things but the horses are his favorite.  He makes these with the naked eye and a photographic memory.  There are no elephants in Juarez!  I've always picture Jose sitting at a booth at Silver Dollar City carving out horses while customers stare in amazement.  But the poor people in Jose's side of town can't afford the most basic necessity, so a horse is of no use to them.  Jose had been working at a truck shop as a guard for many years with only half a Sunday off a week.     
He was barely making any income there and for about 4 years I've begged him to leave his job, go home, and dedicate himself to the hobby he loves.  A couple of months ago Jose finally left his job.  Right now I have so many people that want to purchase his creations that he needs to live beyond 100.  And he makes much more money doing his horses.  I pray that my friend Jose is blessed with many more years of life.  It's always a joy to visit him.  Jose is living proof that a person who is "dirt poor" still possesses God-given talents. 

I close this blog entry with a couple of pictures of the sunsets in Juarez.  They are a reflection of the awe and joy that I feel as I serve the Lord as a missionary in Juarez, Mexico.  Many thanks to all who sacrifice to help feed and supply blessings to some of the poor of this city. And many thanks for allowing me to bring the message of the cross of Christ to them.  In that, they become rich! 
Pastor Martin, Pastor Duarte, and
Little Sarita, who was dropped off at the
orphanage addicted to drugs.
Today she is perfectly healthy.

And Tyler,...the door is always open for another visit!     

 Daniel Torres
650 Linwood Drive
El Paso, Texas 79928

For tax receipts send contributions to:
Covenant Fellowship Church
P.O. Box 8126
Searcy, Arkansas 72145

*Double click on the pictures to enlarge.

Friday, December 25, 2015


I have a wonderful story to share. 

First allow me to say that as humans we often have the tendency to not only reject other people, but to discard them from hearts like yesterday's trash. Not so with our Heavenly Father. God is no respecter  of persons and everyone is precious in his sight. While we were yet sinners God sent His Son Jesus to die on the cross for us. Jesus was not sent to rescue a perfect humanity. He was sent to rescue us when we were falling headlong into hell in our sins. 

Here starts the story: 

I know a couple in Juarez, Mexico who pastor one of the churches in the city. A few years back the pastor's brother in law, his wife's brother, fell into sin. At one time he was a productive member of their congregation and also the music director. In the past he had also recorded a christian music compact disk (CD). All the words to the songs on that CD were even written by him. 

This man had fallen to adultery and the family carried the weight, the embarrassment, the burden, and the fruits of his sin. He no longer attended the church. 

Recently this man's nephew (the pastors son) found a stack of the CDs that were stored and long forgotten at their house. He angrily brought the stack of CDs to his mother to show them to her. She held them in her hands and for a few fleeting seconds her mind was flooded with thoughts of her brother; the things that had transpired, and things that could have been. Deep thoughts of a life gone wrong. And very painful memories of things still being dealt with. 

Her son woke her up from her deep thoughts and demanded that the CDs just be thrown in the trash; which is what he wished that he could do with his uncle. His mother didn't think that throwing them away was a good idea. But at her son's insistence she slowly let them fall out of her hands and into the trash basket. Later, as they always did, their trash would be taken and thrown into a dumpster behind a gas station and a restaurant a few miles away. There the CDs ended up and were forgotten. 

Many days later a very poor man who lived at the community close to the church came to see the pastors. The Pastor's wife met him outside the church. The man proceeded to tell her about how his whole life had been recently changed. He said that he wanted to start attending the church. He actually had been to the church many times with his wife and two little boys, but only because the church served food to the poor. The man had never committed himself to the Lord or to attend a regular church service in the past. 

Then the man explained what had brought on his very recent change of heart. He explained that his family lives off other people's trash and that he had recently been sifting through a dumpster some miles away from home. There he had found an entire stack of CDs. He took them home and decided to listen to one of them. The words and the music in the CD touched his heart so deeply that he wanted to become a follower of Jesus. As he explained all this he reached his hands into a bag and pulled out the rest of the CDs and gave them to the pastor's wife. He wanted her to have them all. He thought that since his life had been touched so much by the words and the music that she would want to hand them out to other people so that they too could be blessed like he was. In her hands she held her brother's CDs  that she so angrily deposited in a dumpster a few miles away from the church some days back. As she looked at her full hands she not only thought of the CDs but of her brother's life. His eternal destiny. 

I happened to be at the church that day. Someone came inside and told me that the Pastor's wife was outside speaking to a man and that she asked if I would go outside to her. And it just happened that the man also had saved a CD for the "missionary" in gratitude for helping him in the past. As I looked at the Pastor's wife I saw the stack of CDs in her hands as she held them tightly. And I also saw the trail of tears running down her face. At that time I had no knowledge of the story behind the CDs. I only wondered what was going on but soon I would know.

The man left with promises of coming back to church. And he departed without knowing the full story of the CDs, the tears, and the lesson he left behind. Maybe someday in the future when the story could be told without a deluge of tears he will come to the knowledge of the rest of the story. 

God works in mysterious ways.

There a many morals to the story. But the main lesson is that man may dispose of others, but God never does. There's always hope with God. There's a loving Savior with arms open wide searching for you. If you feel like a discarded set of CDs God will pick you up, rescue you, and restore you. Just ask. His throne is not called The Mercy Seat for nothing. You need not be the prodigal any longer. Let the hope that God gives you become a reality. Only you can make that decision. Look up out of the "dumpster" that you're in. Come to Jesus. TODAY!!!

Daniel Torres
650 Linwood Drive
El Paso, Texas 79928

Friday, November 27, 2015


Twenty minutes after landing in Havana, Cuba I was already in trouble. I knew that I had landed in new and possibly dangerous territory. As I followed my way through the hot, extremely humid, and unventilated terminal to get to the baggage claim area my heart pounded heavily against my chest. And against my back. I was nervous about being in a foreign communist nation and about doing something culturally wrong that would bring me attention. Terrible stories of Cuban prisons and concentration camps flooded my mind. The very unfriendly faces from the workers dressed in military uniforms did not help. My eyes were like powerful vacuum cleaners; absorbing everything that there was to see. Ron Gartner, another missionary making this trip, and I finally found the baggage claim area. Ron saw his baggage and retrieved it while I waited for mine. Everyone on the plane got their baggage except me. The conveyor belt stopped and still no baggage for me. Finally after about 10 more minutes my baggage fell from the chute. I breathed a sigh of relieve and pick up my bag. Immediately there was a tap on my right shoulder and I turned around. Behind me was a Cuban lady dressed in military style. She asked if the luggage was mine. I said, "Yes." And she said, "Well then, come with me." I didn't know what was happening but I suspected that it had something to do with the 6 Bibles and the hundreds of gospel tracts that I was carrying. She took me to a room where there had placed several others. I was separated from Ron. In Cuba there are no phone connections with an outside phone. I couldn't call anyone. You must purchase a Cuban phone if you want to call anyone. The heat was almost unbearable and my heart was racing at warp speed. 

Ron Gartner and I do evangelistic outreaches in Juarez, Mexico. A few months prior to leaving for Cuba he asked me if I would like to make the trip to Cuba with him. He had been to Cuba 19 years earlier and the Pastor that hosted him at that time had made another invitation. I knew that the Lord had sent me to Juarez, Mexico some years back, but recently the Lord had spoken to me on different occasions about sending me to visit other nations. So I told Ron that I would seek the Lord's direction and get back with him. Almost without hesitation the Lord said to me, "Did I not tell you that I would send you to other nations?" That was easy!!! But the next hurdle was how the Lord would supply for the expenses. I spoke to Al and Carla Fowler from Covenant Fellowship Church about this need and they immediately handed me a check for ministry expenses that would cover the trip entirely, with lots left over for the work in Juarez. The check came as a gift from many who support the work in Juarez. Ron and I began to make plans and get all the paperwork ready to enter into Cuba. We would also need a special religious visa from the Cuban senate to be able to minister in Cuban churches. (This makes it possible for the Cuban government to send out spies and control where you can and cannot go. We were denied entry into a large congregation in Havana.) Our flight initiated in Juarez, then to Mexico City, and finally Havana. The same route was used on our trip back. Part of our time in Cuba would be spent in Havana and the other part in Las Tunas, which are about 12 hours apart by vehicle.

The nervousness and the intense heat in the room at the airport in Havana caused me to break out in heavy perspiration. I had over two hours to pray and activate my faith. I was told to move from one line to the next by one guard, and then scolded for having moved by another guard. I knew that what I was going through was nothing compared to others who have had to make the ultimate sacrifice for the gospel. My faith and strength began rise. I finally made it to the front table and no matter how rude they spoke to me I responded with respect. A young man and woman spoke to me. I was asked to put my bag on the table and unzip it. The man lifted the clothing in my bag and I knew that he saw 2 of the 6 Bibles at the bottom. Immediately he slammed the bag shut, had me to zip it back up, and told the young lady to clear me and let me pass. After she keyed in something in her computer I was finally free to go. I quickly walked outside where Ron and our host Pastors were patiently waiting. Ironically, I was also carrying a backpack and another carry-on bag which were both filled with more Bibles and gospel tracts...but it was as if they never saw them. 

In my 12 days in Cuba I learned a lot about this nation, about socialism, and about communism. But mostly I learned about how the Church of Jesus grows "under the whip", as the believers call it. They call communism and socialism "shared misery". Anyone who thinks that this form of government is such a great idea needs to experience it first hand. The citizens of Cuba are slaves to the government. To be very blunt and cut to the chase the Cuban government is Satanic in origin. The heads of the regime, their families, and other leaders are heavily involved in Satanism, voodoo, witchcraft, and the occult. When the regime first took over the nation they made a promise that within 5 years not one Christian will be found in Cuba. Yet 56 years later the Church is still growing and thriving. A testimony to the power of the gospel. 

When a child first registers for school he will be asked about his faith. If he states that he is a Christian he and his family are immediately denied some of the few government benefits available to others, including education into the most coveted careers. Currently there are about 3,000 churches in one denomination alone that are due to be bulldozed by the government. In one of the Pastor's conferences that we spoke at I asked the Pastors to tell me how we in the U.S. can pray for them. The response was always the same: "Please pray that my church building does not get destroyed." Many times, as these church leaders shared their stories with us, it was hard to keep back the tears. One leader shared about how he went to his church one day. As he turned the corner there was nothing there. Nothing!!! The government came during the night and destroyed his church buildings and hauled it off. Leaving no trace of a church building. But yet when these believers get together they stand up and sing God's praises as if they were in Heaven itself. How is it possible that we in the U.S. are so cold? 

While in Cuba we were not allowed to stay at the home of our hosts. In Las Tunas we rented two rooms that were owned by 3 medical doctors (a husband and wife, and their daughter). They rent the two rooms behind their house to make ends meet. A Physician in Cuba makes about $20 a month. (This is not a typo!) So when a tourist comes (which are few and far between), they hit a bonanza. We paid $20 per day, per room; and a great breakfast was included. When asked about help in finding someone in the neighborhood to do our laundry their eyes got big and they smiled. They said they would do it. The next morning I looked out the window and one of the doctors was washing my clothes by hand. By the afternoon everything was washed, folded, and ironed. They charged me about $3.70US. Another eye doctor in town runs a bicy-taxi service in the afternoons. He has a three-wheel bicycle that he uses to pedal people to and fro for a few cents. Another medical doctor makes lollipops to make ends meet. 

Here are a few more unbelievable facts: 1). Ron, our host pastor, and I went looking for bottled water, coffee, and a hammer one morning. We went to about a dozen stores and we came back empty-handed. Shelves were practically bare...yet full of rum. 2). The ten years after the year 1990 were extremely difficult. During this time they had no toothpaste, soap, new clothing, and other necessities. Food was extremely scarce. One pastor's wife related how they cooked their mop after cutting it up in pieces to add to the small amount of food. 3). We stopped at the car dealership in Havana. Cars and scooters for sale are really just for show. Just so that the government can say that they have cars available. A used car, with 200,000 miles runs between $82,000 to $110,000US. Used scooters were $9-12,000US. Consider paying these prices with salaries of $20 a month. 4). The government will help you build a church if it's a Satanic church. 5). It is against the law to eat beef or fish for the common citizens. Beef and fish are only for government officials and for exporting. I met a 37 year old man that has never tasted beef or fish. Also, if someone kills a cow it's 15 years in jail. Kill a human and it's 7 years in jail. 6). A gallon of gas is about $5.50US. (This list can be endless. I just wanted to show a picture of how different things are in Cuba.) 

The only reason that Cubans survive their economy is because their relatives and loved ones who have escaped the regime for the past 56 years send them financial support. 

Every time I stood in front of a church or a group of Pastors to speak I wondered why the Lord brought me there. I felt that I needed to sit down and let them speak to me. I always wondered what I could possibly say to encourage these precious brothers and sisters, some of which had been to the concentration camps. One day at one of our pastors conferences one pastor stood up to thank me. He said that he had learned so much that day and he was glad that he came to the conference. When he said that to me a knot formed in my throat and I had to swallow hard. Just about every conference had a least 100 attendees. Yet there was never one car or bicycle parked in front of the churches. The pastors either walked or used the very poor public transportation system to get to these conferences. 

I made some very good friends in Cuba. As a matter of fact our host pastor in Cuba, who is about 80 years old, was able to get permission to make a trip Colorado to visit his son. From there he made a bus trip to the El Paso/Juarez area. He was with me for 12 days recently. He shared his stories and preached in several churches in Juarez, Mexico. 

Will I ever return to Cuba? That is one of my dreams. Now that I've been there once I will be better prepared the second time. My prayer is for Cuba to be released from the bondage that it finds itself in. 

I thank the Lord for allowing me to make this missionary trip to Cuba and many, many thanks for everyone who helped to make this trip possible. And also for the continued support in Juarez, Mexico. 

I plan on writing another blog entry soon to share about other things going on in Juarez. Blessings to all. 

(P.S. Double-click on the pictures to enlarge.)

Daniel Torres
650 Linwood Drive
El Paso, Texas 79928

For tax receipts make contributions to:
Covenant Fellowship
P.O. Box 8126
Searcy, AR 72145

Sunday, June 28, 2015


I recently read a story about a group of people invited to have breakfast with the president of the United States at the White House. The story and the pictures vividly revealed the group's excitement at the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. My mind quickly thought about the recent week that a team from Searcy and Judsonia, Arkansas spent in Juarez, Mexico sharing meals and ministering to the poorest of the poor.  If you ask any of the twelve people from the Dream Team (as I like to call them) if they would have preferred to go to the White House, all of them without a doubt, would have chosen to be in Juarez with the downtrodden, the forsaken, the suffering, the widows, the orphans, and the heroes of faith. 

After months of preparation, fund raising, and prayers the team arrived at a Spanish gospel tract ministry in El Paso, Texas known as Spanish American Evangelistic Ministries (SAEM) - our meeting point before crossing into Juarez. We spent a day at SAEM making some final preparations, planning, and having more prayer. For many weeks I had been preparing for the Dream Team's arrival and I had organized a very busy schedule for them. We wanted to seize every moment for Jesus while in Juarez.   On June 8th we crossed into Juarez, Mexico with a greater excitement and anticipation than visiting the White House. For some this was the first time to ever set foot in Mexico, but not to be the last.                  (Michaela having fun →)

I quickly took them to the house in Juarez where they would sleep and then off to our host church with Pastor Manuel Martinez and his wife Dolores (Lolis, as she prefers to be called). The host church, Dios Con Nosotros (God With Us), prepared all our meals and also helped us prepare the daily meals that we took with us as we set out to different areas in Juarez to minister and feed the people. Every morning at 8 am left the house and headed to the church for prayer, breakfast, and to prepare for the day's ministry. And every evening we would end at the host church for sharing, dinner, and often we worked around the church. It was hard work but we enjoyed the beauty of the desert as we watched the sunset and we also enjoyed the beauty of working for the Lord Jesus. 

The very first day in Juarez at 3 pm we had a feeding and ministry time at a feeding center started by a young widow by the name of Celestina (scroll down to blog entry of March 9, 2015 for further information on Celestina and her work). Many kids from around the poor neighborhood came out as well as adults. We had games, a short drama skit, feeding and ministry time. Many kids also received sandals. The ministry time was great as many kids and adults made a confession of faith. Celestina currently feeds 50 to 60 children and adults six days a week. About 80% to 90% of the food support at Celestina's comes from those people and churches who support the work that I have been called to in Juarez.  

On Tuesday morning we visited a neighborhood to hand out flyers inviting the people to an evangelistic service on Friday. Here the Dream Team entered one of the shacks where the poorest of the poor live. Words cannot describe what they witnessed that morning. Later we drove to another part of Juarez to visit with Pastor Martin Nuñez, his church and orphanage. I had Pastor Martin share his testimony about how he came to know the Lord. It is one of the most incredible and moving testimonies anyone has ever heard. Most of the young kids living here have come off the streets of Juarez with lives filled with crime and drug abuse. Our hope is to someday invite Pastor Nuñez to Arkansas to share his testimony and the incredible work he and his wife Leticia are doing in Juarez. Without a doubt he is one of the heroes of faith.

On Wednesday we visited and ministered at another orphanage which has about 55 kids. It was another incredible day of ministry. One of the things we did here was to give the kids pillowcases for them to color what they had received from us as far as Bible lessons and stories. Some of the art work was amazing. The pillowcases would be a nightly reminder of what they had learned from the Dream Team. Many of the adults at the orphanage also enjoyed coloring a pillowcase.

Thursday was an amazing day at Casa De Refugio De Jovencitas (House Of Refuge For Young Girls). Here we were allowed to take pictures but not publish them. After an amazing and very moving time of testimonies and sharing God's Word the Holy Spirit moved in the hearts of the young girls like very few people have witnessed before. We spent about an hour in solid prayer filled with weeping and lamentation. Later we shared a very special time getting to know the girls in a deeper, personal way by doing pedicures. Even some of the men of the Dream Team got in on the nail painting. Days like these are never forgotten. 

Our last day in Juarez was very busy. The Dream Team got a quick tour of the City of Juarez that they had not seen yet. They also had a short time of souvenir shopping before taking off to a ministry called Vision En Accion (Vision In Action), which houses about 120 people who have come off the streets. Most of them reach this place with severe mental and physical problems. Those that are a danger to others or have committed violent crimes are locked in tiny cells for the security of others. We spent time visiting these precious ones and praying for them. You can see a 4 minute video of this ministry by searching this site: Vision En Accion - CSJ Award Winner 2012. Josue (pictured below), who is seen in the video was our tour guide. From this ministry we rushed back to our host church to prepare for a 7 pm evangelistic campaign, where about 300 came to be fed and hear God's word. Dale Donnell, member of the Dream Team, preached to the adults while I translated. After a very busy, very productive, and very blessed day and week we had to head to the border that very night and return to El Paso. 

On Saturday back at SAEM we had a time of sharing and prayer. It was hard for me to watch as the Dream Team once again prepared to depart from me. I wept. But it was a week that would mark their lives forever. I heard the statement, "this week has changed my life forever" more than once. Somehow I doubt that the group that visited the White House had the same sentiment. Thank you Dream Team for a wonderful week of allowing the light of Jesus to shine through you and for blessing my City of Juarez. 


--I want to remind everyone that I will leave Juarez on August 13 to head to Cuba for almost 2 weeks of ministry. I need your prayer support. 

--There's a lady in Juarez who had a leg amputated due to diabetes. I also know of a ministry that will fit her with a prosthesis for about $700US. That is a small amount to pay to have her walking again. Anyone wishing to help her with this need please contact me. 

--The Dream Team will be returning to Juarez again. Anyone interested in joining the team or starting your own team may contact me for more details. The Dream Team will be sharing their recent experiences in Juarez at The River Church in Judsonia, Arkansas in the upcoming weeks. 

Blessings to all and may God richly bless everyone for their continue support and prayers. 

(Note: To enlarge pictures double click on them).

Daniel Torres
650 Linwood Drive
El Paso, Texas 79928

For contributions needing tax receipts:
Covenant Fellowship
P.O. Box 8126
Searcy, AR 72145

Wednesday, April 15, 2015


Patricia Parada Lopes, 37, of Ciudad Juarez, Mexico, had been in excruciating pain for a very long time.  She could no longer sing the special songs that she used to sing at her church.  The pain would no longer allow her to finish any songs.  She completely stopped singing in church after having to leave many songs half done. And it was very painful for her to even sit down.  When she sat down she had to stretch herself back and to her left in order to minimize the severe pain coming from the right side of her abdomen as the right side of her ribs would dig further into her pain.  Patricia's neighbors were also concerned as they would hear her screams a few houses down when the pain reached its height.  Patricia's immediate family as well as her church family were also very concerned for her.  No one knew how to help her. 

Patricia was suffering from gallstones.  However the doctors refused to operate on her because they wanted her to lose a lot of weight.  Her excess weight would make the operation very risky.  And for Patricia it had become impossible to lose the pounds that she needed to lose.  I have been told that the Mexican diet lends itself to big problems with gallstones and that 60% of all the surgeries in Mexico are related to the gall bladder. 

But Patricia has a dear friend and sister in the Lord that told her that they needed to find me and I would be able to help her. Her friend Irene is an evangelist and a couple of years ago I introduced her and her husband Daniel to a treatment that flushes out kidney stones, gallstones, and helps to detoxify the body.  Irene and Daniel did the treatment and had unbelievable results.  A dear brother in the Lord, Mike Lee,  had introduced me to the treatment before I moved to Ciudad Juarez as a full time missionary.  Since living in Juarez I have been able to help around 40 to 45 people avoid surgery by using this treatment. The treatment consists of a four day fast and includes distilled water, pure apple juice, sea salt, and olive oil.  The total cost of these items is approximately $18US.   

Once they located me I rushed to El Paso to purchase the materials and then headed back to Juarez to start Patricia on her treatment.  There was not a day to lose.  Patricia's gall bladder was close to rupturing, which can be fatal.  I took the items to her house and explained to her and to her husband Eduardo how to do the treatment.  The biggest part of the treatment consists of drinking almost 8 gallons of liquid within 4 days.  That may sound like a lot but it can be easily done when you consider the alternatives.  Eduardo was not sure that Patricia could do it because she hated to drink water (which may have accelerated her condition over the years).  We had a time of prayer before I left their house and put everything in God's hand.  

Four days later I received word from Eduardo that Patricia had passed the stones and was feeling great.  Not only was there no more pain but parts of her body that had been so swollen that her skin was shiny were no longer swollen.  Patricia's body now was craving the water that she had once denied it.  Now it seems that she can't drink enough water.  Her family is amazed.  So amazed that some from her church family and neighbors were stopping by to gaze at the almost two cups of stones that she passed.  At first Patricia was embarrassed about this but then she let anyone who came to look at her stones.  There were hundreds of stones, some were very large in size.  

I returned to their house and visited with them for a few hours last night.  It seems that Patricia is now a new person.  We all laughed and rejoiced as her and her husband shared the experiences of her "surgery without a knife".  

Last Sunday morning Patricia and Eduardo stood in front of their church and gave their testimony.  Then Eduardo sat down and Patricia stayed to sing to the Lord a song. In its entirety.   

A million thanks again to all those who make it possible for me to live in Juarez and bless many here in the simplest of ways. Please remember to pray for a team from Searcy and Judsonia, Arkansas that will be here in Juarez in June.  I also remind you to keep me in your prayers as arrangements are made for me to visit Cuba for two weeks of ministry in June or July. Remember Ephesians 3:20.  Blessings to all.

Daniel Torres 
650 Linwood Drive
El Paso, Texas 79928

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