On my first mission trip to General Cepeda, Mexico I was humbled by the generosity of the poor we were there to serve. The first mass I celebrated in my broken Spanish was with about ten people gathered in a small building in one of the poorest ranchos outside of General Cepeda. During mass, an elderly woman got up from her seat, walked behind me and started to search for something behind the flowers near the tabernacle. I was stunned when she pulled out a collection basket. How could this be? Aren’t these people the poorest of the poor? What money do they have to give?