I grew up in a Christian home. Since I was very young, my parents would take me with them every weekend to the neighborhoods of Buenos Aires city as they preached the gospel, disciple people and planted churches in the area of route number 3. It was an ideal Christian environment, but my sinful nature surfaced very quickly. At a young age my parents had to spank me very often being that I had a rebellious heart, always inclined to disobey. One afternoon, at age 5, I was in my bedroom withy my mom because I had gotten in trouble. After a talk and a spank she began talking with me about my sinfulness and the broken relationship with God. That afternoon is my earliest memory of a time when I believed that Christ had died in my place and that he gave me forgiveness and eternal life freely when if I believed. After that afternoon, one of the first fruits of my salvation was my desire to share my faith with other children; a desire that kept growing from that day on.
Later on, also as a young child (10 years old), God called me to full time ministry. I dreamed for many years about serving in the jungles of Venezuela but during my time as a Student in the Bible Institute (many years later) God confirmed in my heart a call to church planting in Argentina.
