Country Road, Take Me Home

I drove up the mountains, away from Choluteca, towards San Marcos de Colon it began to rain. By the time I had reached 4000 feet the rain was steady and the fog was thick. The rain was not pounding but steady, I immediately knew that this rain would not be passing too soon and that this was the kind of rain that causes the rivers in the mountainous region of San Marcos de Colon to overflow their banks with no warning. I immediately began contemplating my options. I needed to leave for Tegucigalpa at 5 AM Saturday morning for a flight to the US. Would the rivers keep me locked in to our remote paradise we call home? I got home around 5:30, it was still raining. I got Sol and Levi out of the truck, then Ally called and told me she would be home soon but that the fog and rain had really gotten bad. When she got home I told her of my plan to leave that night, around 8 PM to do the unthinkable.

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Out of Context

As a missionary in a third world country I have much to say, experiences to tell, and Good News to share. No amount of school, no amount of reading could prepare one for the mission field. You might get an idea, but it’s the day to day life that educates you on what to do and not to do. More than that it’s the day to day prayer life that will make the work a success or the lack of prayer life that will allow the evil one to succeed.

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Sit For a Spell

Living in Honduras requires one to give up many of what we consider our God given rights in the US. Actually most of the rights are given by our constitution and democratic government. In Honduras it’s very common to be stopped on highways by the police and be required to let them search your vehicle, why?.. just because! My shining gringo face probably adds to the problem, perhaps an idea of a few quick bucks from the naïve gringo for a bribe crosses their minds.

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It Started Out Like Any Other Sunday

It started out like any other Sunday… in the village of Las Pitas. Since it has not rained in a few months, the trip up through the mountains was hot and very dusty. As we travel along the mountain road you can feel the dust collecting on your teeth. Once we finally arrive in Las Pitas I hop out of the truck and shut the door, a small cloud of dust sprays from the door jams as it closes. It's a bit before 2 and since we don’t start our worship service until 2 we all head down to Abilio’s house for a few minutes. After a little while we all meet back up in the church building under our beautiful, majestic roof. It is not the most acoustic but it is just about as beautiful as they come. Oh, did I mention it’s an acacia tree? From our seat we can see and hear the flocks of parakeets flying around the forest that surrounds us, bright green banana trees now stick out among the brown dry back drop of the forest in the dry season.

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How is Honduras?

School in Choluteca has now been out for 2 months, summer vacation? Wrong, the teachers are on strike. 4 children have died in the last month, gang related? No, a wreck? Wrong, they were sick and the national hospital is on strike. Elderly lady sick with cancer and hemorrhaging turned away from the local hospital yesterday, no insurance? Wrong, no idea how to treat her. She goes to the capital to the national hospital for treatment, receiving treatment now? Wrong, that’s the hospital that is on strike.

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