I spoke before in my other blog Recapping Honduras how great the 21 kids we were teaching were. I can’t emphasize enough how close these kids were with God. They put the rest of us to shame. It was the children that were acting as the missionaries, bringing the gospel back to their families. My most favorite moment from that month was when we took our contact’s sister to be prayed for by the kids one afternoon. David asked the kids to gather around his sister-in-law and lay hands on her. It was the simplest of prayers, with one of the kids leading and the others repeating, just like we always do before snacks after bible lessons (Gracias Senor, por este dia….everytime we pray now I remember their voices).
I don’t think I’ve ever felt the Holy Spirit so present as I did that day. There was such a welling up in my heart of peace, joy, love, and laughter. It brought me to tears. I looked up and I could tell Dani was feeling the same thing. The best I can describe with words is that it felt like electricity was whorling around all of us gathered on that little patio. It was just…. beautiful.
David (our contact) says there’s nothing so powerful as the prayer of a child. I believe that now, too. God taught me a profound (and physically tangible) lesson on that mountaintop.
