The
ministry in Honduras has been completely different from last month:  




Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday
mornings I am a teacher at the local school. 




I teach music to two classes,
Fourth and First graders. I have a total of 62 students. All my students speak
only about ten words in English.


 


It has been
really difficult making sure to write out lesson plans and then translate them
so I can teach them in Spanish. 




I have been learning a lot of Spanish and also
about how to keep 36 first graders occupied for forty minutes. I am almost
beginning to think speaking Spanish is the easier of the two.


 


However, I
thank God for this opportunity that not many people get. Many people would
think it’s a burden or a curse to be stuck with yelling kids for two hours. But
I am learning to thank God for the opportunity to pour into them. Even if the
pouring has to do with music, I am glad to do it. I am glad to learn patience.
I am glad to learn Spanish.



 

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Friday
afternoons our entire squad piles into a bus and head over to INFA. INFA is a
center where several street kids are taken.  The kids usually get placed in the center because of
stealing, doing drugs, and several other offenses. Some do not even know how
long they will be in there for.  We
are the first ministry that has been allowed to come into the center and spend
time with the kids.  We were
nervous about what to expect once we arrived.  But when we walked through the doors, the kids jumped at the
opportunity to get their nails painted, sing songs, play sports, or color a
picture. 





 

 

 

One girl I
met is named Mitzi. She told me she had been taken and put into the center for
no apparent reason.  Not only that
but her family lives in another city and she has no way of contacting them to
let her know where she is.  She
happened to be a Christian and even though her story sounded bleak, she still
had so much joy.  I tried talking
to her in my broken Spanglish and realized that she did not have a Bible. The
following week I was able to bring her a Spanish Bible and she was overjoyed. I
am looking forward to see what God does through her and how His word changes
her.