Where’s Daddy?
This was the question I asked my mom everyday. I grew up in Bolivia in a family where my dad was never home.
When he was home, I remember hearing the fighting. The story was always the same, my dad was out working all day and came home drunk.
I have always been shy and the absence of my dad didn’t help my identity. But I found great comfort in my friends in Bolivia. Amidst the chaos of my home, my friends provided security. I played with them almost every day until one day I received the news: we were moving to Spain.
I was 10 years old when we moved to a small town called La Solana. There I met Jose Maria and Alberto, two children who at first wanted to be my friends. But I soon realized that it wouldn’t be like that.
“Go back to your country!” “Why are you here?” I heard these things daily. I was laughed at and mocked because I was different. I kept quiet and just wanted to appear invisible.
In three years we had to move four times. Any community I built didn’t last as we moved to the next city. I didn’t understand what was going on but I felt like I didn’t belong anywhere, that I had no purpose.
In this season of loneliness a guy invited me to break dance, and I saw the opportunity for acceptance and jumped at it. I started to train more and became involved in the hip-hop culture. I loved the music, the people, the dance, and the dress.
But even in the midst of acceptance from this community, I yearned for acceptance from my father.
When I was 19, I met Penaposta. He was a rapper with tattoos all over his body, and he loved God. This was the day that my life changed course forever!
He was not only a part of the culture I loved, he told me that God was a Father I could know and trust. He also told me that there was a five-month school through YWAM where I could learn of God’s love for me, find my purpose, and breakdance. I decided to go.
Every week, every class, every moment of ministry began to make a change in my life. I realized God is real, that He loves me and that I didn’t want to live my life without him. I believed the gospel and finally felt like a beloved son. This gave me new confidence.
I went from being a boy who couldn’t talk in front of two people to sharing my story in front of 1,000 people!
In 2017 I had a conversation with God. I said, “God I want to reach my culture, the bboys!” In that moment I googled “Christian Bboys” and the first page that came up was Break Free.
Wow, here was a ministry doing exactly what I wanted to do! I reached out to Michael and before I knew it, I was on a plane to Chicago to learn and train with him.
My time in Chicago was life changing. I learned how to better reach the Hip-Hop culture and make disciples. I saw how the power of the gospel can truly change generations, and I couldn’t wait to get back to Spain.
Since that time in Chicago I have been a missionary with Break Free in Madrid, Spain. I have been able to heal from my deep father wounds and have a good relationship with my dad. I recently got married to my wonderful wife Cami, and we both minister to the dance community.
Generational healing is real. Cami and I have a healthy marriage and dream of a growing family. Our kids will grow up in a home that is safe, loving and grace-filled. We believe they will carry on that legacy to their own kids.
I also dream that men of the Hip-Hop culture can experience a living relationship with God and know they are loved by Him. I want them to have the experiences that I have had and see their own generations healed by the power of the gospel.
Cami and I have dedicated our lives to this, and we thank you for being a part of our journey!