Saturday we headed into the city to an area that is run by one of the big gangs in Honduras. This area you normally need to pay someone off to get in but we were brought in by an American missionary women named Teresa who has been a missionary in Honduras for the past 17 years. They call her Momma Teresa and she works with the gang to accomplish peace and share Jesus. she goes the hospitals when they get shot, fellowships at the jails and so much more. One story I've heard is the jail that had a lot of gang members in it got out of hand and was over taken by them. They called Teresa to come in and help. Teresa went in, 15 minutes later she came out and let them know things were under control. She's a firecracker that lady.
Once our yellow school bus backed us up the wrong way on a busy street and maneuvered through more narrow streets we entered a large dirt field in the middle if their houses starting to fill with kids and adults of all ages. Not going to lie, I shook with fear as I departed from the bus, said a prayer of boldness, and protection.
God is so good.
We set up our stations of singing, soccer, little kid games, skipping and nail painting. As most of you know I inherited very little athletic skills and singing skills (beyond the car…clearly)…so I joyously channelled my inner girliness and painted nails. These girls eyes matched the sparkle I was putting on their fingers -so cool.
Then I moved on to the red light, green light game station and was the target that all the little children ran to to win a prize.
Madness!!
Whoever got to me first won a prize. It was so heart breaking looking into all of the little kids big eyes and only telling one of them they are the winner of a prize. We played over and over again and each time the crowed got bigger as did my fear of falling into a child as each impact happened, but all for not! Before I knew it, two and a half hours had past and it was time to leave. Such an amazing experience and so sad to leave.
Sunday we brought church to the streets with flash mob dancing, singing, signs and shouting it up!
This past week we have been rocking it up and the tilapia farm up in the mountains. Digging rocks, digging poop. Most days we were up in the clouds and feeling like we were working were Twilight or the Hobbit was filmed. If you blind folded me, dropped me there and told me I was in New Zealand, I would have believed you -And not because I am bad at geography.
I'm not sure what God is teaching our team in Honduras with two weeks of rock digging but I know He created this perfect earth, placed these rocks here, knowing thousands of years later we would be digging them up and that is pretty cool.
Some further Honduras tidbits:
-lanes are not painted on the road…just make it up and use your horn as much as you wish
-saw a scorpion while digging
-squad had a taco eating contest…too many tacos left over…first world problems much?
-that's all
Sorry one more thing…
Totally amazing God moment. Last day to the tilapia farm the truck we took up the mountain had a bolt fall out of the drive shaft. It happened in front of a random small little car repair hut. I stayed in the truck with two of the girls to talk. Two guys were working under the truck when all of a sudden the truck started rolling down the hill onto the highway. God took over Elissa's body and she slammed on the brakes within millimeters of the guys heads. Jesus is super cool. He's our superman 🙂
