I’ve come to the end of my sixth day in Honduras. I’m not really any less awkward than when I got here at attempting to communicate, but what can I say? Yo MUCHO GRINGO?
Tonight we attended a worship service at a local evangelical church here in Santa Rosa. There was absolutely no English spoken by the worship leaders, pastor, or those voicing prayers.
And it was incredibly and disarmingly moving to me.
I’ve always be an advocate for the amazing power of music to cross cultural and language barriers, so to experience it here was tremendous. Honestly, I could have sat and just listened to the young lady that was leading the music without understanding a word she said. It was beautiful.
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I’m a very long way from home – farther than I have ever been.
Tori and I came to Honduras to spend time with our kids from whom we have been separated since we put them on a plane about 8 months ago. That’s a long time to be separated from your kids – especially for a family like ours that, in most every case, simply loves to be together.
This morning our 3 youngest boys are driving, with some assistance from a friend and brother that simply wouldn’t have it any other way, the 3+ hours to be with the huge extended family that is gathering to remember our dear Grandma Lois. And, as much as we have longed to come and spend time with these precious ones in Honduras, our hearts are a little torn at the separation from the rest of the family.
It’s not unlike the painful separation we felt when Mickey was in Honduras battling dengue fever and we just wanted to be here to help take care of him and hold Jessica up and all that we could possibly do in a moment like that. But we couldn’t get here.
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Our first whole day in Honduras was spent largely on a long hike – over seven miles.
One of the things you won’t find in the Honduras Visitors’ Guide is the simple fact that there is trash on the ground…everywhere. There are all kinds of trash on the ground even out in the more rural areas, though less than in the city.
And yet, it’s a beautiful place. When you add to the trash the numerous muddy spots in the road and a healthy smattering of horse manure…well, suffice it to say that you have to pay attention to where you step. And that is without any consideration of the terrain and all of the ups and downs and gravitational challenges for old and overweight folks like myself.
It’s easy to get so caught up looking at the messy reality at your feet that you miss the glorious sights around you.
As you can see, there are some amazing things to see.
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