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.
I was raised in a Christian home—I went to church every Sunday and served in church whenever I was asked. My church was the heart of my Christianity. As I followed God’s leading into serving the poor, I grew closer to Him. Ultimately, I traded my religiosity for a vibrant life as an enthusiastic Christ-follower.
As I support the next generation of leaders at Potter’s House, God inspired me to share the story of my life among the poor and what He has done in and through me to help build His Kingdom.
He will help the poor when they cry out and will save the needy when no one else will help. He
will be kind to the weak and poor, and he will save their lives.