To the left. To the right. In town. Out of town. Ministry here. Ministry there.
Where God leads, we go.
The final week in Honduras was a sampling of views, emotions and public transportation experiences. Our last Saturday we headed to the dump to feed 500 of the people that work and live there. Nothing anyone could say or describe could prepare me for what I was about to experience. My morning read in God's word was in 1 John, chapter 4 -what a perfect piece of God's word to prepare me. It's a chapter that outlines how loving others is just as important as loving God.
God is love.
As the bus pulled into the dump, children in layered, tattered and dirty clothes ran up and jumped on the bus with huge smiles on their faces, ready to take a ride with us to the top of the garbage mountain. As we approached the top, amongst the indescribable smelly piles of garbage and trucks were stray cows, vultures and the people of Honduras. God's little children. I was utterly speechless. Trying to refrain from bursting out in tears, I remembered what I read that morning and prayed that I would show God's love in all that I was about to do.
People gathered. Mouths were feed. Conversations & prayers occurred. In some instances they were the first to want to pray and bless us. Us who have been blessed with so much were now feeling love from those who barely got by. One women in particular stuck out in my mind. A young early 20's women with a 9 month belly, about to give birth to her second any day. She has been there since she was a teenager. I could not help but think about my sister back home awaiting to give birth to her second and that she would be headed to the hospital for free healthcare and a home to bring her new baby home to and raise. It makes you stop and think -why? Why does God allow some circumstances to be so different. But it's not about the why, it's the what. What are you going to do.
God loves each of us equally, therefore we need to love equally -1 John, chapter 4.
As many may already know, my universal language is dance. Regardless of the language, dance translates the same in every country. There's nothing like a dance off at the dump. Gathering people and using what little Spanish I have picked up, we danced. Macarena, the wobble, freestyle, you name it -it went down. I loved seeing the smiles, spending the time and being an small fraction of time away from the every day reality.
Love on people, and when necessary use words.
Oh the public transportation note… here is a little list of things experienced:
-Man with a machete
-Man selling bowls of cereal with a 5 gallon pail of milk
-Clown show that included shoving nails up his nose
-Marshmallow vendor jumping on and off the bus
-Any other vendor you could think of jumping on and off the bus
To hear more details in a well worded blog please visit my teammate's blog:
http://savannahldavis.theworldrace.org/?filename=public-transportation-short-story
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