Construí mi primera casa

I don't know who it was, but two people lied about snoring. We'll get to the bottom of it soon. Between the snoring and a sore back I did not get a great night of sleep. However, part of the sleep deprivation may be a result of my excitement in anticipation of a morning run and work for the day.

Josue, Clark and I began our one mile run at about 6am. The hills here were brutal. I don't think I will master them this year, but I have years to work on it. Josue was beat, but Debbie was so proud of him. I was happy to get my first dose of endorfinas Honduras!

Today our group had the choice of three service projects:

1. Visit the dump and supporting school
2. Build a house for Giovanni (friend of Luis)
3. Build a house for the family of a paraplegic teen.

I chose project 3. I know it is going to be a hard day, but I am happy to be fatigued for this cause.

We arrived on site and went right to work. Before construction began, we had to demolish an existing home. Next, we cleared the existing slab and prepared to build the new home. However, there was slight delay. The plots were owned by sisters disputing the right to build. Joel acted as mediator and translator. With Marc on the phone, the situation was resolved and construction began.

After awhile, Heidi identified the teen boys watching as gang members. They were waiting for us to leave materials unattended so they could steal them. Our teens acted as guards. The boys were not aggressive, but they were patient. Honduran boys their age are not expected to accomplish more than this. Every so often the wind blew the strong smell of marijuana over the site. This is how the average teen spends a school day. Repeatedly, older men would stumble through the area drunk or high as children walk home from school.

We were joined by the team that visited the dump at 1pm.  All of the children were released from school, so play began. The kids were excited and sometimes hostile. They were sneaky about collecting multiple balloons, coloring pages and candy. Soon we began playing games with them. I have posted a few of my favorite videos below:

It was exciting to build my first house. I didn't do a lot, but working was enough for me. We never got to meet the girl that was paralyzed. I was fine with this because she is not an exhibit and I doubt I would be able to handle it.  Her family is shown here:

We ended construction abruptly.  Once Joel blessed the house,  we headed straight to dinner. Food was great, as usual. During devotion, I sat next to Terry (Intern Christine's dad) and he sang so beautifully. Though I didn't know the words, it was quite easy to harmonize with him. The message was delivered Wes (Murray State Ministry leader). Though the second part of his message didn't make a lot of sense to me, the first part hit home.  An explanation follows:

I continue to struggle with God and the suffering if the innocent. Yet, I know I love God and he loves me. Wes talked about various characters and their journey to the wilderness. Abraham, Moses, Joshua, Daniel, John the Baptist, Paul... Even Jesus was in the wilderness after being baptized. All of them spent time in the wilderness. This is where God taught them to be strong. "The wilderness is the King's school." Wes concluded this point by saying, "Some of us are in a wilderness that we did not choose." That floored me. It didn't resolve my issues, but it gave me a bit to chew on.

"Then Jesus was led up of the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted of the devil." - Matthew 4:1

El Viaje Comienza...

I have concluded that the day of travel is going to be filled with adventure each year.  The main group was delayed during check-in for reasons we still have not figured out. Joel and Debbie were held because a United Airlines employee seemed to think they needed a visa to visit Honduras. After all stories were shared we felt Satan was at work, using the airline employees to keep us from our mission.

Ultimately, we made it to Honduras and our transport from the airport to San Sebastian (our lodging) went smoothly. Marc introduced Heidi as one of our guides for the year. Josue seems to know her already and she seems very energetic.  The crew from Overland Park landed an hour after us. It was lovely to see John, Jerry, Ann and Olivia once more.

Our first stop was to the mall food court. Heidi recommended a great burrito shop. I loved the burrito. I was also surprised to enjoy the sweet juice so much.

Our next stop, was to a house building site. The group from Tennessee was already finishing up the first house for a family. When we arrived we were instructed to pull out some toys because there were a 'kazillion' kids to play with. We started with balloons and bubbles. Then I met David and played frisbee with him. He picked up pretty fast and LOVED it. I also got to set foot in one of then houses for the first time. The video is posted below:

After this we went to San Sebastian to check into our rooms and freshen up. While settling in we discovered a large bees' nest outside of our room.  As a result, he men moved into the single chalet at the front of the property. I made no secret of my extreme fear of bees and my lack of desire to overcome it this week.

We had dinner at Cafe De Gringos. It was established by Byron-  a former employee of Marc. We also talked with Nicole (Marc's daughter), Matt (Nicole's husband) and Haley (their daughter).  Our table shared some desserts. However, Debbie and I were frustrated because we got our Sombras (Sopressas) well after our meal. Sombras are very sugary smoothies (maybe healthy?)

After dinner, Marc led a brief devotion talking about Jesus' sacrifice on the cross. His focus was how service is our way of showing a small piece of the great love that was shown to us. Afterward, we communed together. I found it fulfilling to commune with people whose names I still do not know and do not live near. This is another sign that Jesus died for all of us. Wondrous.

I don't know why, but I fell asleep right away! I think it was around 8:30pm. Tomorrow, the work starts.

"Doubtless ye shall not come into the land..."- Numbers 14:30 (used terribly out of context to represent the thoughts of the airline employees)

Una nueva Visión

This morning, I had my normal Tuesday morning Bible study.  It was so refreshing and eye opening that I could not wait to post this blog.  I am typing at the speed of lightening!

We talked about discernment and God's mission for each of us.  As we discussed, I was able to receive a deeper, personal meaning to The Great Commission (Matthew 28:16-20).  I have taken this taken this to mean that is my duty to teach the Gospel and live life as Jesus would.  This message was Jesus talking to working with what God puts before me.  However, the deeper, personal meaning is so powerful that it almost brought me to tears.  As we talked and I voiced my doubts and limitations, they literally went away they were uttered.

I have always felt limited.  "Make disciples of all nations."  I am only one person.  I'll never get this done.  My talent is not preaching.  I don't have the money or the time to travel the world all of the time.  If I did, I would never get to everyone.  Someone would be missed.  Excuse... excuse... excuse!

But, this morning our discussion of discernment brought a great deal of clarity for me.  My talent may not be preaching, riches or even time.  But God has blessed me to be a part of his body (I Corinthians 12:14).  As I follow him (blindly) I should be encouraged that I am not doing this alone.  My talents take the gospel so far.  At that point, we should have faith that another will take it to the next level.  It is because of this that I should not be discouraged (1 Corinthians 15:58).

If you have never read of Adoniram Judson, I would suggest you do.  Through adversity, he stayed on the path of what he felt God called him to.  He did not see the ultimate fruit of his labor, but he worked so that others may.

Now my vision is clear.
My heart is full of excitement.
My spirit is invigorated.


"Clear eyes, full hearts, can't loose!"- Coach Eric Taylor (Friday Night Lights)

Regalos de Dios

“While wandering a deserted beach at dawn, stagnant in my work, I saw a man in the distance bending and throwing as he walked the endless stretch toward me. As he came near, I could see that he was throwing starfish, abandoned on the sand by the tide, back into the sea. When he was close enough I asked him why he was working so hard at this strange task. He said that the sun would dry the starfish and they would die. I said to him that I thought he was foolish. there were thousands of starfish on miles and miles of beach. One man alone could never make a difference. He smiled as he picked up the next starfish. Hurling it far into the sea he said, "It makes a difference for this one." I abandoned my writing and spent the morning throwing starfish.” ― Loren Eiseley

I read this story for the first time while buying souvenirs in Honduras last year.  It summed up the trip so well for me.  In the scheme of things, I can only effect so much change.  However, if I sit... unmoving... apathetic- my effect is far less.  So, I choose to act.  I choose to walk in Christ's footsteps.  I choose to open my eyes to the world.  I choose to have a heart that hurts, feet that move and hands that work.

You may not choose the same means as I, but don't stand idle.  Don't let God's purpose for you pass you by.  Look within yourself and find what you can do.  When I was in middle school, we used to say, "Get in where you fit in."  Find you niche because that is where you will shine.  God is calling you to something...  will you respond?

"As every man hath received the gift, even so minister the same one to another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God."- 1 Peter 4:10

Vuelvo a Honduras

I suppose everyone is due for an update on how things for Honduras are going.  Honestly, I am not sure if they are going so well.  I worry a lot about returning to Honduras.  Things have not been going as smoothly as last year.

Part of it may be the stress of such a short aggressive preparation.  Part of it may be the fear that the impact I make is not as great as last year.  Part of it may be fear that the impact I feel was a result of it being my first trip.  Part of it may be my 'have it figured out before anyone notices' personality.

I am sure a big part of it is my comparison of last year's preparations to this years. Each week, last year, I heard from a different person each week.  All were interested in the work I would do, travel companions, safety and fundraising.  This year, the number of inquiries has decreased dramatically.  However, my excitement about returning has been the opposite.  I can only pray that responses will pick up soon.  I am grateful to those that have responded as you have naturally lifted my spirits.

Ultimately, I have been working on my weak faith.  I need to put this in God's hands.  I recently read Heaven is For Real.  The book is by Todd Burpo about 'incidents and experiences' of his toddler son, Colton.  In one story, Todd talks about stepping on his porch after a storm to see a rainbow.  He goes on to describe how it is the most beautiful and complete rainbow he has ever seen.  Colton, however,  sees the rainbow and acts completely 'unsurprised.'  Colton explains that he prayed that God would bring the rainbow, thus he knew it would happened.  This is the faith of children.  This is the faith I want to have that everything is going to be okay for this trip.

As I close, I ask that you pray for and/or help me with a few things:
1. We are in need of things to give the children when we arrive in Honduras.  The most popular items were balloons, balls, bubbles, Jolly Ranchers, shoes (new and used) and toothpaste.  Yes, toothpaste.
2. I am still in need of a great deal of financial assistance.
3. I need to focus on returning because it is God's will.  If this is not the case, then I need to quickly understand and accept this.

All donations are 100% tax deductible.  If you wish to lend assistance or want to know more about the trip, please review the following PDF:
Hope for Honduras 2012 Letter



I thought you may enjoy seeing the video we shot a few weeks ago:
Hope For Honduras Summer 2012

I will try to post more from now on.  Please check frequently for updates.

^"Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for us? Then said I, Here am I; send me"- Isaiah 6:8

I'm Tired of the Rules

On the twelfth title, I have to know. "Aibileen, how long have you been wanting to ask me for this? If I'd check these books our for you"
"A while." She shrugs. "I guess I's afraid to mention it."
"Did you... think I'd say no?"
"These is white rules. I don't know which ones you following and which ones you ain't"
We look at each other for a second. "I'm tired of the rules," I say.
-The Help , Kathryn Stockett (Chapter 11)

I have been reading The Help since Monday. I got to this line and tears welled up in my eyes. Simple words that mean so much. I am tired of the rules too. I am not just talking about the race rules. (Those still exist as well.)

On the uncrowded train the other night, a man refused to take a seat. He was visibly tired of standing, but scowled at the numerous vacant seats. It was obvious that his reasoning was the company he would have had. It wasn't until a number of stops later that he found someone he was 'comfortable' to sit with. Did I feel hurt because it wasn't me?

Last night, a lady whom one would think was 'down on her luck' sat next to another gentleman. I have seen the lady numerous times on the train, so I know that she is not 'down on her luck.' Her appearance, might say otherwise. She made a semi-audible comment to the teenager she sat next to. Why did the young man looked annoyed that this homeless woman had the audacity to speak to him?

Last weekend, my nephew had a baseball game. I left my neighborhood of kept tree lines, even lanes and bakery smell to make it across town. As I approached 'historic' neighborhood, I notice the streets need care, the vegetation is overgrown or dying and I would rather roll my windows up to keep the smells out. Yet, I know there are places out there worse off than these. But, I don't have to worry about it right?

I am tired of stereotypes.
I am tired of people judging because of appearance.
I am tired of one part of my city being so disparagingly different from another.

Dr. King dreamed of a day that his kids would be judged not by the color of their skin but the content of their character.
I have a Dream Part II
Monk & Neagle sing of looking for Jesus in everyone.
21st Time
Qunicy Jones and Micheal Jackson sang of heeding the call of the world.
We are the World

God wants us to love all. God wants us to minister to all. God wants us to care for all. As his children, we have been given a great mandate. "Go ye therefore, and teach all nations..."- Matthew 26:19. Not just those we feel comfortable sitting next to, or smell nice, or live in the good part of town. All nations aren't always comfortable, intelligible and cushy.

Why do we pretend as though the daily games that we play do not play a part of the separatism that is rooted in our hearts? Have we become so blind that we can no longer see we are still living by rules? I am so tired of the rules.

"...that we may lead a quiet and peaceable life in all godliness and honesty. For this is good and acceptable in the sight of God our Saviour; Who will have all men to be saved, and to come unto the knowledge of the truth. For there is one God, and one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus; Who gave himself a ransom for all, to be testified in due time."- 1 Timothy 2:2-6

Pura Vida

I am grateful for the mutual love we have for God and his son who died for us.
I am grateful to able to talk to you without judgement.
I am grateful that we can pray for one another and see God working in our lives.
I am grateful that we can talk about Gods miracles and not feel completely insane.
I am grateful that we get angry with God, but know that we still love him unconditionally.
I am grateful for being able to confide in each other about anything and feel safe.
I am grateful to hear, 'Have a good week' knowing that it is sincere.
I am grateful for our communion together.
I am grateful to celebrate the many blessing we have been given.
I am grateful to share storms, in hopes that we grow stronger.
I continually acknowledge God's hand in this and thank him for these connections.
Anything else in this life, I can live without...

"Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity."- Psalm 133:1