its been awhile

It has been a long while since we've talked, and much has happened in the mean time. Instead of using this moment to recount to you every event that I have failed to write to you about, I would like to give you some of my reflections on my trip. I am in teh home stretch right now with just a little over one weak left. I want to make sure that when i have finished here I have taken the time and the care for closure.

I've been sick for a few days now, and today I've spent more of the day alone at home resting, a perfect time to think. I wrote in my journal while sitting the airport some five weeks ago, "what am I doing here? Lord what are you doing?" I had just breezed through a five week internship with the youth at my church and my brother's wedding extravaganza, packed up my whole life for the move to school inteh fall, and jumped on plane to Honduras. I didn't necessarily feel called to Honduras. yet I needed an internship and this was the best fit. So I had questions, and I felt very unprepared.

Upon arrival I found out that I would be teaching English (something I've never done before) to six different classes (all with different ages and skill levels) at ProdimBetel, an afterschool program run through my host family's church. I was also introduced to a school for children with special needs that I would be able to spend sometime at. During my stay here I've been to a wedding and two funerals. I've traveled a little to different towns in my area. I've seen tow teams of Americans from my home church (and one team from a church in Michigan) come and go.
And sometimes I still wondered, "what am I doing here?" I am not here to stay.

One of my favorite quotes is by Mother Teresa, "we cannot do great things, but we can do small things with great love." I look at Jesus' life and see that He was moving from town to town all throughout His ministry. Yet one of the most impressive parts of His visits was that He taught the people, He love the people, and He touched the people. He knew them though He was only there for a short time. His miracles made waves and one of the reasons they did was that He not only healed a leper, He touched him. Since I've been here I've been able to love some children, I've sat under wise teaching, and I've seen teh community of God at work. I've lived with two people that with the living Christ in them through their seemingly quiet ways and steady commitment, they have touched hundreds of lives and changed whole communities.

I saw a beautiful example of the church at Prodim two weeks ago. There is a soccer (futbol) league among similar Prodim schools in the area. It is only for the Kindergarten classes. We made it to the finals, and the whole school piled into the back of trucks and drove across town to a small stadium. We actually made it to the final game and though we got second I saw the yound and old from the school cheering on these little people. They picked them up on their shoulders and made them the star Varsity team to go out and represent the school. The oldest kids were the coaches. The teachers, girl classmates, and of course the mom's were cheerleaders for the team. I saw all this and Jesus reminded me that in His Kingdom, the first shall e last and the last shall be first. This is just one way I saw the church at work here in Siguatepeque.

If I could stay here just to love the chidlren at Prodim and at La Carita de Angel, I would be quite content in doing so. However I knwo that I am not meant to stay here at this time. Teh harvest is plentiful but the workers are few. I will pray to the Lord of the harvest to send more workersto this place. As I know that for this moment, He has sent me to the harvest fields of my country, of my city, or my school.

Thanks for reading and for listening. Talk to you soon!