“Free. You’re absolutely free and safe to walk anywhere on the farm.”
This was music to my ears when our ministry contact, Tony, gave us our debrief. I found it a bit humorous that of all the places I could go to serve in Honduras, God directed my steps to a farm. I feel at home here. (OK, so it isn’t Florida but there is something to being in the outdoors, working the land, having horses and cattle roaming about that just feels good!)
Tony met the farm owner through his men’s bible study group. He volunteered to move out to the property and prepare it for Christian groups to stay during mission trips.
We live in a dormitory with two bunks to a room. We share a nice sized kitchen, living room and a bathroom with four stalls and four showers – one shower actually has hot water! – when it wants to.
Painting our living room on the farm.
Down the hill is a drained pool and a yellow house whose current inhabitants are bats (on the to-do list). Young banana trees are planted for a harvest in a couple years. Hiking trails are all over the property. It is gorgeous.
Our team, Lionheart, has joined Team Crash of Love for this month. That means 14 people as well as our ministry contact live in the dormitory. We have a large family. And it is FUN! Dance parties in the kitchen, girl night (we’ve learned it is imperative to have a little gender separation time), ministry with new people, group exercise. The volume level has also drastically increased. For extroverts such as myself, this is a bit of heaven. For introverts, this is quite possibly the opposite.
Like any farm, there is a lot to do – not only on the farm but off the farm as well. This month we’ll be focusing on three areas of ministry:
1) The farm where we live. Painting, repair, ground work.
2) El Horno. The community the farm is in. Outreach and English Classes.
3) Los Pinos. A dangerous neighborhood in Tegucigalpa. In the words of Tony, “infested with gangs, drugs and crime.” We’ll most likely play with kids after school and have English class.
A casa in El Horno.
Playing “What time is it, Mr. Fox?” in a street in Los Pinos.