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"When disciples followed a rabbi, they followed him closely so they would never be out of his sight, never be someplace where they couldn’t hear him speak. They followed him so closely that his sandals often kicked up dust."
May you be covered in His dust.
The first ten years in Guatemala were nothing like I imagined.
And during the pandemic, I finally wrote them down.
If you’re new here, welcome to Covered in His Dust. God gave me a relentless passion to uncover Scripture, digging until it is raw, real, and alive. I spend hours in the Word until it breaks me, until it feels like God is staring me in the eyes.
I
do
not
water
it
down.
I don’t soften the cost of following Jesus.
Most churches hand out comfort.
I hand out truth.
In about a month, we’ll start Romans. A letter that can strip you down and rebuild you in Christ. I cannot wait.
Right now, I’m deep in a full rewrite of my Gospel of Luke notes. I keep stopping mid-sentence because it feels like God is showing me pieces I somehow missed the first time. The Living Word does that. It keeps breathing.
When the world shut down, our ministry kept feeding 1,000 people every month. But the streets outside were quiet. In that stillness, I started writing.
About the day we buried a child.
The night we confronted a thief.
And the afternoon a stranger showed up at our gate and changed everything.
Those stories became Do You Love Me? I first published it in 2022, and to my surprise it became an Amazon bestseller in three categories. It returns September 20.
Be patient. Romans is coming. I promise.
Here’s Chapter 5.
I’d be honored to hear your thoughts.
I’ll Never Get Used to Tiny White Caskets
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Two men stood at my truck window. One of them had a gun.
“What are you doing here?!”
It was 2:30 in the morning. My oldest son Gabe and I had parked in the lot of a closed McDonald’s in Guatemala City.
“We’re waiting. A baby died today and they’re signing paperwork so we can take him back to our village.”
They were McDonald’s employees. The one with the gun was a security guard. (All fast-food restaurants have armed guards in Guatemala.)
My brain was cloudy. I couldn’t think straight as they shouted.
“You can’t park here! It’s not safe. How much longer will you be?”
They were frustrated, but I must have looked pathetic. In the next breath, they said we could stay.
“You should leave as soon as you can.”
We didn’t park at the National Hospital because it’s even more dangerous there, especially in the middle of the night.
We got the call to return to the hospital at 3:30 a.m. We picked up the parents and took them to a nearby funeral home.
It was still dark when they finally walked out. We gently set the tiny white casket into the back of the truck. I hugged mom and dad.
“Let’s take him home.”
They didn’t cry.
I don’t think there were any tears left.
It was the end of a long night.
As we got closer to El Rosario, chicken buses honked as they filled with passengers. The sun was sneaking over the mountain. People were starting to run around. Everyone seemed to have somewhere to go.
I’ll never forget parking that morning. Gabe jumped out of the truck and opened the door for the grieving parents. He climbed into the truck bed and asked the father if he needed help carrying the casket.
He’s a quiet, gentle man. He whispered, “I can do it.”
Gabe set the casket on his left shoulder, and the man and his wife began their walk up the path to their home.
I sat and watched them disappear. I can’t imagine the grief they felt. It looked like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.
I will never get used to tiny white caskets.
“Break my heart, Lord. Don’t let me get comfortable. Don’t let me be numb to broken hearts.”
I love you,
George
Uncovering Scripture
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George Sisneros is a full-time missionary in Guatemala and the founder of Ordinary Missionaries and the El Rosario Christian Academy for Boys.
He’s been married to his wife, Vonda, for 26 years. He’s a father to nine children, five adopted.
In 2024, George and his wife expanded to Cuba, joining forces with nine pastors committed to transforming lives through the gospel.