I experienced a taste of home last week in Honduras. Surrounded by gorgeous mountains. Living in a comfortable, spacious high-rise condo with a kitchen, wash machine, and dryer, sleeping in my own bedroom with private bathroom. City lights gleaming in the night. Feeling comfortably at home, being trusted and welcomed by our contacts and new friends. And what would that taste of home be like without working long days as a CPA.
Many hours during the day and into wee-morning hours, I invested energy into understanding and critiquing the accounting techniques for Point of Impact (POI) Ministry and Impacto Church in Tegucigalpa. My goal was to help these organizations improve their accounting systems for the three projects of POI and three church-plants of Impacto. This goal was similar to ones I had for my clients at my former employer HLB Tautges Redpath, Ltd in MN. Basically, it was my way of helping not-for-profits who diligently and morally serve their communities.
I thoroughly enjoyed working with POI Ministry and the Impacto church-plants in Tegucigalpa. And I felt uncannily tied to them. These ministries work alongside my former church in Memphis, TN (Bellevue). The main goal is to enable families in the barrios (impoverished neighborhoods). POI has a child sponsorship program; these children receive help in their education with pre/post 
school tutoring, a nutritious meal and snack, school uniforms (I hear some were donated from my former elementary school, ECS), etc. Parents also are enabled through savings and lending programs, assisting tortilla and shoe-repair businesses. And that’s just the surface of what POI does. I would highly encourage you to check out their website.
Life in Tegucigalpa reminded me of my pre-World Race life more than anywhere else in the world that I have been. And admittedly, it was fun helping the organizations in ways I could, giving them feedback and recommendations, providing more effective spreadsheets, encouraging them in their achievements.
I think I’m still processing that week in Honduras. I loved it there. But I also loved the filthy streets of Cambodia, the women in the squatter-camps in the Philippines, the kids and construction guys in Puerto Cabezas, Nicaragua. Perhaps I loved Tegucigalpa because it was familiar. (Is it bad to have a washer and dryer while serving the Lord?) Or because I felt needed and could utilize the skills with which God equipped me. With time on the WR drawing to a close, I’m continuing in my prayers of “What Now, Lord?”
