Picture Honduras

There are lots & lots of men with guns around town. They stand guard at stores, homes, restaurants, neighborhoods, banks, delivery trucks, etc. Sometimes they look either way to young or way to old to be bearing such arms. But I think this guy looks like he knows what he's doing!


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During

In the future I will be sure to post pictures of the "before" and "after" of our projects at the church building in Mateo, but this week I wanted to make sure I posted a few of the "during." For their Spring Break, several groups of amazing people from the States decided to make a trip to Honduras, and we have been blessed to work alongside them. Many have been here in the past, so they have been able to share some great stories. And some are here for their first Spring Break (like us!), so we've been able to learn together.
My initial expectations for what projects could be completed this week were WAY to low. Thanks to their experience, work ethic, and enthusiasm, these groups will leave on Saturday having put us 10 steps ahead of where I thought we'd be! Bart & I have really enjoyed getting to know everyone, and we're thankful for their willingness to show so much love for the people of Honduras.  

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Day at the Museum

Yesterday Bart & I had the pleasure of taking the four kids from Shine! Honduras (the tutoring program) to a children's museum in the city. The museum is called Chiminike, and it kept us busy from the moment we arrived until they closed. Here are a few good shots from the day.

Josè and Escarleth

Claudy

Dayana

The kids watching their recording of a newscast they just made.
Actually, the 'newscast' was their rendition of "Holly, Jolly Christmas" in English.

Josè and Bart running the crane.
Like I said, it was a pleasure for us, too!

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Picture Honduras

Razor wire on top of our front gate. A very, very typical sight here in the city.

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Awareness

I'll never forget one of the first nights I ever spent outside the United States. I was walking to a park in London to enjoy some fresh bread and cheese ('cause that's what Rick Steves said to do), and as I passed by an unfamiliar-looking house I saw a familiar-looking scene - a family around the table having dinner. It seems so simple now, but at the time it kind of blew my mind. "You mean this family leads an entire life here in England six hours ahead of when I live my life in Oklahoma?!" It was one of those important times in my development that I realized the world does not revolve around me. (Sadly, I still have to be reminded of this lesson at times.) That there are millions of people in millions of places around the world who have families and jobs and lives of their own that I am completely unaware of!
Each time one of these 'lightbulbs' goes off for me, I feel like my worldview gets a little broader, and I love it! It's one of of the main reasons I enjoy traveling - each new place I visit, especially if I get to know the people there, teaches me something about God or the world or myself or humankind. And while one can learn a lot in just a short period of time in a new place, the amount of time Bart and I are blessed to spend in Honduras is affording us such a rich experience. I love walking the streets and going into the homes of our fellow church members. It's one thing to see them on Sundays at the church building, but there is a totally different level of awareness of their lives and struggles when you've sat in their living rooms and chatted a while.
I also love learning about the backgrounds of the students we work with at Baxter and of the kids and staff we work with at the boys' home. Upon meeting them I make the mistake of assuming they've all lived lives like mine: supportive parents, access to education, surrounded by opportunities for growth. So when I learn the truth about their past struggles and the obstacles they've had to overcome, I always walk away in awe of their resourcefulness and heart.
And I guess, to me, the most valuable part of an increased awareness is that the lessons I learn can inform the way I live. In place of entitlement, gratefulness. In place of selfishness, generosity.


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thinking like a kid again

The boys at JEC (Jovenes en Camino) are currently enjoying their school break, so - although they do have daily chores & responsibilities - they're mostly just enjoying their time off. Playing board games, playing fùtbol, playing marbles, playing tag. See a theme? It just amazes me how much energy they have to play. From sun-up to way-past-sun-down! And it's been so fun for Bart and me to try to think of activities and games we can play with them, because we feel like kids again. 


Below are a few shots from the past couple weeks at the boys' home. The first is from when we worked on a 550-piece, fùtbol-themed puzzle that my parents gave Bart for Christmas. It was a Hit. The second is a water balloon volleyball game (that brought back many good memories for me!). And the third is a photo of Ronald, the Director, with boys from both teams playing in an intramural Championship Game yesterday. It was intense, in a really fun sort of way!       

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this is Pamèla...

In our latest newsletter* we asked you to pray for Pamèla. She is a young girl at our church whose family we've grown to love. Her mom and dad both work hard at demanding jobs, and her older brother, Cristian, and younger brother, Olman, have always tried to make us feel welcome. When Pamèla first broke her arm in January, everyone thought she would be in a cast for a few weeks and that would be all. But an x-ray revealed a spot in her arm that has doctors worried, so she was admitted to the hospital for surgery & a biopsy. 


That was over a month ago. And here's the part about which Bart & I are still trying to "patiently adapt to the culture" in Honduras: Pamèla still hasn't had her surgery...or biopsy...and we don't know why. We have visited her every week for the past 3 weeks, expecting to walk in and see her arm bandaged from surgery, but it's still in the same original cast. And she just smiles meekly and tells us she 'hopes it will be soon.'

And so she waits in a large room filled with small beds tightly packed, side by side, in Hospital Escuela. If you've been to Hospital Escuela, you know it's not the most pleasant place in the world. Yes, there are many dedicated doctors who try to provide the best care possible, but the place itself is pretty depressing. 

Please pray for Pamèla: that she will have her surgery and biopsy soon, so that she can go home. And especially that her biopsy will come back with good results, that this is nothing more than a broken arm. 

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