“The health of the apple tells the health of the tree. You
must begin with your own life-giving lives.”—Luke 6:44

If anything, you have more concern for the lower parts
than the higher. If you had to choose, wouldn’t you
prefer good digestion to full-bodied hair?
The way God designed our bodies is a model for
understanding our lives together as a church: every part
dependent on every other part, the parts we mention
and the parts we don’t, the parts we see and the parts
we don’t. If one part hurts, every other part is involved
in the hurt, and in the healing. If one part flourishes,
every other part enters into the exuberance.
You are Christ’s body—that’s who you are! You
must never forget this. Only as you accept your part of
that body does your “part” mean anything. You’re familiar
with some of the parts that God has formed in his
church, which is his “body.”—1 Corinthians 12:24-28

Workouts in the gymnasium are useful, but a disciplined
life in God is far more so, making you fit both
today and forever. You can count on this. Take it to
heart.—1 Timothy 4:8-9

Are you hurting? Pray. Do you feel great? Sing. Are
you sick? Call the church leaders together to pray
and anoint you with oil in the name of the Master.
Believing prayer will heal you, and Jesus will put you
on your feet. And if you’ve sinned, you’ll be forgiven
healed inside and out. Make this your common practice: Confess your sins
to each other and pray for each other so that you can
live together whole and healed. The prayer of a person
living right with God is something powerful to be reckoned
with.—James 5:13-16

He used his servant body to carry our sins to the Cross
so we could be rid of sin, free to live the right way. His
wounds became your healing.—1 Peter 2:24
I pray for good fortune in everything you do, and for
your good health—that your everyday affairs prosper,
as well as your soul!—3 John 2

The price quote was outrageous and totally not something I could afford so I asked a buddy of mine who has been all over the globe for advise and he referred me to a dentist in Tijuana Mexico. Of course I was skeptical but knew I didn’t have any other choice.  I reached out and made contact, sent my dental Xrays to the dentist and a few weeks later I booked a flight to California and just packed my bags and off I went. I heard there was a lot of violence in Tijuana so naturally I was scared but not enough to neglect fixing my teeth. I put $300 under my foot in my sock in case I needed to bribe my way out of a dangerous situation.

After I got off the jet in California I hopped on a bus and took that to a train that took me to the Mexican border.As soon as I got off the bus I put my mask over my mouth and nose because I was scared of the swine flu that was all over the news. Everything outside looked run down worse then skid row in Chicago. It wasn’t pretty that is for sure. I waited until the trains last stop and exited at the Mexican border. I began walking to the border and was very cautious of my surroundings as there were many groups of not so friendly fellas around. I kept my mouth shut and kept walking. I walked through these spinning gates that made a loud sound of clang, clang, clang and I knew that once I walk through that gate I am no longer in the United States. I was a bit nervous from all the stuff I heard on the news about violence and the swine flu.

I crossed the border and walked over a dimly lit bridge that was wrapped in chain link fence and graffiti. After I got past the end of the bridge I saw several Mexican police officers AKA Policia that were wearing ski masks and holding some kind of assault rifles.  I thought to myself I feel safe with their presence and another part of me said what the hell was I thinking when I made the decision to come here. Anyways I approached a Policia officer and asked to you speak English and he shook his head no. I thought to myself this is going to be a real adventure. I walked maybe a mile then called the dentist which sent a girl to pick me up.

I met the dentist briefly then went to a hotel called Hotel La Villa which was walking distance from the dentist office. The dentist was Dr. Javier and he was very friendly and told me everything will be ok hence he could tell I was pretty nervous. I then walked to the hotel, checked in and walked the streets of Tijuana for a few hours out of boredom. The next morning I walked to the dentist office and was immediately seated in the dentist chair. Dr. Javier was a very kind and gentle dentist and really took his time with me unlike the dentists I have experienced in Orlando Florida that seem to only care about how many patients they can see in a day to fill their cash registers with money.

The Mexican dentist experience was different. I felt that this dentist really cared about me and did an outstanding job.  Granted Tijuana was the most poverty stricken place I have ever seen with my own eyes the dentist was a blessing from God and I am very thankful to him. How much did this dentist charge me VS the cost of the dentist in Orlando? About a 1/4 of the price and that included the price of round trip airfare, hotel for a week, breakfast, lunch and dinners, and a hundred bucks for going to clubs at night and buying a few souvenirs.  Was it worth it? YES and I would do it again if I had to. Overall I had a good time and came home with a perfect smile.

Me wearing a mask on the train to the Tijuana border

Tijuana border entrance

Hotel La Villa

Federal Policia

Friend I made in Tijuana

Good Sam Dental