The Story of Gladys

I grew up thinking I was poor, and, indeed, my family had few material resources. It wasn’t until I was an adult—that I discovered real poverty. When I grudgingly agreed to do a favor for some American friends, I learned that several thousand people worked and lived in a huge garbage dump right in the middle of my city. After my first visit there, I vowed never to return, but God had other ideas.

He led me to co-found a ministry to serve those scavengers, whom we call “Treasures.” That was more than three decades ago, and Potter’s House Association is still going strong, serving the poor in Guatemala City and expanding into other areas of poverty in Guatemala.