On Monday and Wednesday of this
week our squad went to the dump of Tegucigalpa.
We were going there with the
intention of reaching out to those that live and work there by serving them
food and the love of the Lord.
Both of the times we visited the
dump we were there for about an hour.
Here’s what the structure was like once we arrived…
Go down by where the nationals were working
and invite them for food.
Two people shared their testimonies to those
waiting in line.
We then serve those who are standing in line
for food; Monday was spaghetti and Wednesday it was rice & beans.
While they were eating, we have worship.
Then we talk to, pray for, and spend time
with those in the dump.
On Monday, I helped to serve the
food and I spent some time with a six month old boy named Junior. Outside of
those two things, I did not do much, but God was working in my heart and
breaking it for His people in the dump.
God reminded me a lot of my time
in Kenya working in the Mathare Valley when I was at the dump. The smell was
similar, people were high, people living in shacks, and the people were
desperate; desperate for the love of a Father. While I was in the dump I could
literally feel the presence of the Lord. I could feel Him at work in the lives
of those living there.
On Wednesday, while
at the dump I walked down to where people were working to invite them for food.
Everyone we approached did not want to go walk to get the food.
We walked back up by the bus and
I started talking to a 73 year old lady, told me that my hair is beautiful and
she even spoke life over me, Courtney (my team leader), and g-squad. She
attends church when it is possible. Let
me just tell you that this beautiful woman of God did not look like she was
from the dump. She was dirt free with nice clothes on. She was a beautiful
daughter of the most High King.
Then a guy on our squad, Micah,
asked for Courtney to translate for one of the guys he wanted to go talk to. Talked
to and prayed over two guys. Then there were three guys standing behind those
two guys waiting for prayer. Two of them ended up walking away.
One of them stood right in front
of me and took a bottle of paint thinner and put some on a rag so that he could
sniff it. This is a common occurrence here in Honduras that many people use
this method in order to get high. Not only did he put some on a rag for
himself, but one of his friends from the dump also obtained some paint thinner
from him. After a minute or two, they stumbled off in a high state.
Micah, Courtney, and I had a very
fruitful conversation with the guy left. His name was Alex and he lived with
his 80 year old mother who is bed ridden with ovarian cancer. He was an only
child trying to provide for himself and his mother. He knows who Jesus is and
goes to church when he can. He asked us to pray over him and his mother, so we
did. Afterwards he told us that he could literally feel the presence of the Lord.
blessing to be a part of His work.
