Kids Are Great

The children are so great and they are everywhere down here. They are the innocent, forgotten victims of irresponsible parents. The new “Guardería” or kindergarten style day school of the church in the village of Limon de la Cerca is now offering free of charge the most basic of needs to nearly 100 hundred children. What are these most basic needs? A warm hug from a teacher, a soft lap to cry or nap on, a bowl of food, but more than anything else, the opportunity for many children to learn about Christ and see his love through our six teachers every day.

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Makela Rios

How long has it been since you cried? I don’t mean a few tears, I mean an all out emotional cry that when you finish it leaves you tired, but yet feeling peaceful. I can’t remember the last time that I did; I guess it must have been when my grandfather died when I was a sophomore in college. Isn’t that strange, so much heart ache, pain, and suffering all around us and we have become immune to it; “Does it really matter to me? I am doing fine, besides I have a lot going on at work.”

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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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Things That Make You Go Hmm...

I awoke last Wednesday morning from a deep sleep and realized that my alarm had not woken me up. It was 5:00 A.M. and my return flight to Honduras was to leave Houston at 6:30 A.M. I frantically got dressed and woke my brother in law who was to drive me to the airport. He and my sister live on the complete opposite side of Houston as the airport. Luckily, as most US cities, Houston has nice highways and at 5:15 in the morning there is not too much traffic. I checked in with American Airlines at ten after six and made my flight. By early afternoon I was back in Honduras. I picked up my truck at the Baxter Institute and headed south to Choluteca, my home. As I drove out of the city I marveled at the enormous difference in two cultures and two countries that are so close to each other, but yet so far away. I was back home, to the seemingly chaos of traffic, where bicycles rule the road and a solid center-line means the same thing as a dotted center line and the roads are full of pot holes that could swallow a small car. Where it is okay to pass someone on a hill or in a curve or on a hill in a curve.

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