Faith and Fajitas

A lesson from Mexico on Faith during freefall

I almost didn’t make it to Mexico.

Three flights with tight layovers means that a 2 hour delay collapses your whole itinerary. Over $700 in flights down the drain. $700 I didn’t have to spend again. $700 I didn’t have in the first place.

I scrambled, sweating across the Atlanta airport in an attempt to save the onward journey. No flights out in time to make the connections. I sat down next to a homeless guy charging his phone, defeated. The same level of defeated that he would also be when he awoke to the outlets not working.

Powerless and broke.

I went home, tail between my legs, staring down the barrel of a cold, grey Atlanta January. Grim and disappointing. Not a very ‘Fire Horse’ start to my 2026.

However, in a miraculous collaboration between GPT and the Indian Amex call center, I was able to recoup just enough of my ticket losses to rebook my path to Oaxaca a week later.

So I booked it on credit with the plan to earn it back. I’d done it before, I could do it again. (Not financial advice)

God had other plans.

Within a few days of landing in Mexico, the wheels started to come off.

The recent business partnership I joined was showing it’s true colors. What seemed liked Promise emerged as perjury.

The more questions I asked, the less satisfying ‘answers’ I received. I was misled, and appeared to be working with/for scammers. Sold a lie just like their client base.

Just like that, I was in Mexico, in debt, with no way to earn my keep.

While not ideal, I had hit bottom before. I had already been ‘broke’.

Once you’ve learned the deep, painful and terrifying lesson once: There is nothing to fear, you are blanketed with perfect peace. You know, as a matter of experience, that it’s going to be ok. It always is.

But it did piss me off. Once again I projected my morality and mode of conduct on to someone else; The blue-eyed belief that we can trust one another based on honor and honesty.

‘Et tu, Brute?’

I spent the month in the Sun. I prayed often. I spoke with brothers. I read Augustine. I wrestled with God.

I booked the trip on faith, trusting that following the call to adventure on your Hero’s journey, regardless the cost, risk, rationale is always rewarded in the end.

The prayers I planted last year in Turkey were working. The roots were growing deep into the ground so they could reach toward heaven. All I saw in Mexico was barren land.

I left Mexico close to $20k in debt, tan, and jobless.

Now I’m making that much in a month.

We live in a world that responds to your intentions and feelings.

If you feel deeply, you will experience Life the same way. Your intolerance for mediocrity and shallow experience requires you to drown; To trust that you will find air at the ocean floor. Trust the ocean and Her waves, She wants to see that you are brave.

The right doors are opening, but this means the wrong ones must shut. A goodbye now means a cálida bienvenida soon.

Thanks for reading, share if you feel called. Otherwise…

Mythologize Yourself; You Are The Renaissance.