Friday, April 3, 2020

Home schooling

There are two things I firmly believe are true.  #1 - God did not rain down corona virus on us.  #2 - God can and will redeem the pain and suffering we all experience during this crisis.  I don't know when or how, but He will.

I also believe the Lord wants us to learn something from this crisis and time of physical separation.  I imagine we will be learning things long after it is over.  I have been pondering this in the endless hours of solitude.  Here is a preliminary list...

1. As Americans, we are socialized to be independent, self-reliant.  To charge forward and take the bull by the horns.  In the Covid era, we are learning that our survival depends on each other.  My solitude protects the stranger in the shopping mall, my church family, the server at the restaurant.  Your solitude protects me.  We are in this together or we all go down.  Isn't that one of Jesus' most fervent desires for us? "...that all of them may be one"  John 17:21.  

2. The last shall be first.  Suddenly the lowliest jobs, sanitation workers, for example, are hailed as heroes as they put themselves at risk to do a job we have new appreciation for.  In the blink of an eye, parents have a much more profound appreciation for the work, endurance, and commitment of teachers.  Same goes for daycare workers, babysitters, and nannies.

3. Our generosity muscles are getting a real workout.  The news and social media are filled with heartwarming stories.  My neighbor picked up some blueberry scones for me at the grocery store and refused reimbursement.  A small thing, for sure, but it meant a lot to me.  LAMB has been able to keep our staff in Honduras working with medical benefits thanks to the ongoing generosity of our donors.  An anonymous donor sent relief money so we could deliver food to the impoverished who no longer have any way to make a living. 

4. We are discovering that we really do love one another.  I have heard of more web conferencing programs and apps in the last two weeks than in the last 10 years.  There is zoom, house party, and for those in different time zones, marco polo.  We set aside petty gripes and log in to be together, laugh, play games, pray, and simply say, "I love you."

5. We are discovering what it really means to be the church.  Church is not the building where your child was baptized, or you were married, or where your loved ones are buried.  Church is us, wherever we are. 

6. We are learning that as contagious as corona virus is, kindness is a thousand times more contagious.  When you get it, you can't wait to pass it on to as many people as possible.

7. We are learning that political divisiveness is passe.  Sticking together, supporting one another is so much more important that whether you are red or blue.  We are one nation and we can only beat this together. 

8. We are learning that prosperity is fragile.  Whether we like it or not, this is a global world.  Borders are lines on a map and mean nothing to corona virus. So many people live on the edge.   The most vulnerable pay the highest price. So many of them are children.  What we do about it is a lesson in process.

I pray that we are all learning that God is in the midst of us.  The types and numbers of tragedies boggle the mind.  We can only get through this by leaning on Him.  If we lean on Jesus, we can be a balm for someone else.  If you need a kind word, or some encouragement, or a prayer, let me know.  I am your sister in Christ and I love you.

Monday, November 25, 2019

Where is God?

Where was God?  This is a question we often hear when something bad happens.  It implies that if something horrible happens, there must not be a God because otherwise He would have prevented this terrible thing.  The common response from a person of faith is, "God never promised to prevent bad things from happening. He promised to be with us at all times." True but incomplete.  What exactly does that mean that He is with us during that terrible time?

A couple of days ago, I visited the 9/11 memorial in New York City.  Close to 3,000 people died that day.  Was God there with them?  If so, what did He do?

Of course, it is impossible to know exactly how each person experiences God in those times.  If we look at the life of the human Jesus we can get an idea of what it means for Jesus to be present in tragedy and heartbreak.  In the worst moment of Jesus' life, in fact the worst moment in the history of the world, past and future, this innocent man hung on the cross, betrayed, abandoned, and forsaken.  As He suffered unspeakable torture, slowly dying a horrific death, Jesus looked out on the people who put Him there and...prayed.  Prayed to His father to forgive the perpetrators of the most heinous crime that will ever be committed.  Next, He promised salvation to the justly convicted criminal hanging next to Him.  He certainly could have used His power and authority to smite the perpetrators and come down from the cross.  Instead, knowing in that horrible moment how the story will end, Jesus prayed and Jesus loved.

On April 16, 2007, my younger son, Hunter was a freshman at Virginia Tech.  Early that morning, a student named Cho murdered 32 students and faculty.  When Hunter returned home, he was in shock and despair.  I was focused entirely on being his mother, not even praying or thinking about the victims.  At some point that week after the tragedy, I received a vision from the Lord.  I could see 3 students lying on the classroom floor in pools of blood.  I knew they were in great pain and terrified.  Suddenly, Jesus walked into the room.  He walked up to each student, held out his hand and said, "Come with me."  At that moment, I knew the pain and terror were replaced with the peace that passes all understanding.  He loved them.  When Hunter returned to school, while praying at the makeshift memorial, he also had a vision.  "Mom, I saw Cho in heaven surrounded by the victims.  They were telling him they love him and they forgive him.  Mom, if they can forgive him, so can I."  Jesus forgave Cho and, through His great love, so did Cho's victims.

As I toured the 9/11 museum, 4 things made an indelible impact.  First, as you
walk down a ramp to get to the museum, deep underground, you see a nondescript, rather ugly, concrete wall on the left.  It was odd since every other part of the museum was beautifully designed and finished.  I learned that it was the original retaining wall from one of the towers--the wall that holds back the Hudson River.  If that wall had been breached, the tragedy would have been so much worse as lower Manhattan would have been instantly flooded.  I can see an army of angels holding that wall in place during the explosions that incinerated the building and fire so hot it melted the steel.  God protected the people in Lower Manhattan.

I also believe that the Lord continues reveal His presence to us in the aftermath of the tragedies.

Take the Ground Zero Cross.  In the midst of all the debris, on September 13, a worker discovered a cross, perfectly proportioned, made of I beams, from the prefabricated materials used to build the towers. Recovery workers prayed there and left messages there.  The presence of God must have been powerfully felt by them as they were surrounded by death and destruction.  

Many saw the crossed metal as a Christian cross and felt its survival was symbolic. Fr. Jordan spoke over it and declared it to be a "symbol of hope... a symbol of faith... a symbol of healing". One minister at the site says that when a family of a man who died in the attacks came to the cross shrine and left personal effects there, "It was as if the cross took in the grief and loss. I never felt Jesus more." Wikipedia


The next item I saw took my breath away.  A New Testament was seared into a
molten piece of steel.  It was open to Matthew 5 which includes the verses:

Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted." and "You have heard that it was said, ‘Eye for eye, and tooth for tooth.’ But I tell you, do not resist an evil person. If anyone slaps you on the right cheek, turn to them the other cheek also." Matt. 5:4,38,39.
Surely, the Lord is speaking to us through this one page, made of flimsy paper, out of the entire Bible that survived the hellfire and brimstone of 9/11.


Finally, I listened to a recording by the brother of the pilot, Captain Burlingame, whose plane crashed into the Pentagon.  All that was recovered was his passport and the prayer card he carried in his wallet.  The plastic laminated prayer card, from his mother's funeral, survived the explosion as the jet, used as a bomb exploded.  It too had the verse from Matthew 5:4 -- "Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted."  His sister said, "It also has a poem that says 'I did not die. Do not go to my grave,'" she said. "We took that as a message from my Mother: 'It's okay. I got him.'"



When Yarely, our bouncy, pouncy, flouncy, 10 year old died, God sent us the same 
message.  As I wrote in a post the day after: 
After the funeral service, we processed to the burial site.  It is a cemetery on the side of a mountain in the village of San Buenaventura.  Although the path was long and a bit treacherous, the view over the valley was beautiful.  "Just like the view from our mountain home in Tennessee!" exclaimed Brad, Yarely's father.   Off to the left was a beautiful view of a valley with a town at the far end.  It was cloudy and dark when we arrived.  (Thank you Lord for holding off the torrential rains during the burial.)  Led by Angel and the small guitar, we began singing a beautiful, meditative song called, "Aleluya" praising God.  I looked up to see the town, just the town, illuminated, shining in the midst of the grey, cloudy mountains.   As the song ended, the clouds returned.  For a moment the Lord reveals, "Yarely is with me, in my Holy City."
Where is God when bad things happen?  Right there, loving the victims, holding them in His arms, inviting them into a new life.  But that's not all.  He is here, with us, speaking to us, the survivors, offering us comfort and hope.  The very last thing Jesus said was, "And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.”  Always.  Amen.

Thursday, October 10, 2019

Daily bread

Over my life as a Christian, I have learned a lot about God.  Often I realize in retrospect something He has taught me.  I listen attentively to sermons to glean what I can, I seek out a deeper understanding through my own studies. I pray for discernment and understanding. However, it is rare that I am aware of being in the midst of being actively taught something by the Lord.  

I recently attended the New Wineskins Mission Conference.  I attended two break out sessions on healing.  I believe miraculous healing through prayer can happen.  In fact, I have received healing twice, once a physical healing and the other healing of a deep, long standing emotional wound. As I sat in the sessions, I decided I wanted to learn more about healing and, even perhaps, how to be an instrument of God's healing.  So, I bought 4 books on the subject. 
As I flew back to Honduras, I thought maybe I should start with myself.  I have carpal tunnel in both my wrists and thumbs. (Side note to all you avid thumb texters...you will be here one day. As I told a doctor once, I am like a cat - clever but ineffective since I have no use of my opposable thumbs) I prayed with complete faith and belief for healing.  

Here is what happened.  First of all, the Lord taught me about daily bread.  "Give us this day our daily bread" is not just about bread! This is something the Hondurans know very well.  As Angel says, "Yesterday is gone, we don't know if there will be a tomorrow, all we have is today.  Live today as though it is your last."  Anyone in recovery understands this concept as well.  "One day at a time."  Instead of waiting for a dramatic healing event, I understood the Lord was teaching me to pray for healing one day at a time.  All I need is for my hands to be pain-free today.  "As Jesus said, "Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself." (Matt.6:34) So I start each day with a prayer, please heal my hands for today.  Tomorrow is another day.

After several days, I realized He was teaching something else.  Throughout each day I will have moments when I realized my hands don't hurt.  I say a quick prayer of thanks.  Occasionally, my thumb or my wrist will start hurting, sometimes in the middle of the night.  I say a quick prayer asking for healing.  Within a minute or two the pain subsides. I was pondering this and reflected on the time He healed me physically.  I had a bad case of tendonitis in both Achilles tendons.  I could hardly walk.  I had a huge knot on each tendon.  I had just started my ministry here and worried it would severely impact my ability to fulfill my responsibilities.  Two orthopedic doctors had examined them and both had said there was nothing to be done.  One day, I met an extraordinarily spiritual woman.  Suzy introduced her as Sister Lupita, a prophet.  I asked her to pray for my ankles, which she did. That afternoon, the knots were gone and I was painfree. It was a miracle! Dr. Jim, one of the orthopedic doctors who had examined me, was amazed that my tendons were totally healed.  This was over 8 years ago and I haven't had a twinge since.  I suddenly realized that I rarely think about them or what God did for me.  Sometimes I will tell the story to illustrate our miraculous Lord, but mostly I just thoughtlessly enjoy healthy tendons. 

This time,  with my hands, the Lord didn't give me a one and done miraculous healing.  Instead He helps me one day at a time.  This is my lesson - to depend on God when I have needs, to lean on Him in times of trouble, to be thankful at all times for all things, and to walk through this life hand in hand, day by day with Him.

I don't know how my hands will feel tomorrow but today, despite hours of painting which should have left me writing in pain, today my hands don't hurt.  I talk to God all day, asking for help and thanking Him for His grace and mercy.  I think I like it this way best. (By the way, I haven't opened the books yet!) So pray with me, "Lord, give us this day our daily bread"...whatever that may be for you and take His hand today.


For I am the Lord your God
    who takes hold of your right hand
and says to you, Do not fear;
    I will help you.
Isaiah 41:13

Saturday, September 21, 2019

Mess or Miracle?

I have a combo team in house.  Part of the team is a medical brigade and part is a construction team.  Yesterday the construction team set off to a rural, mountain site to build a house in a day.  We have finally gotten rain, thanks be to God, which made the dirt road leading to the site a muddy road.  The truck carrying all the wood and supplies got stuck.  Finally, it made it to the site.  The team had just started unloading when a man showed up and announced that HE, not our beneficiary, owned the tiny plot of land.  We can't settle property disputes in the moment so the team had to leave.  The wood truck got stuck in the mud again and almost slid off a small ledge.  So, now what?  We have wood for a house and team to build it but no beneficiary. Fortunately, my assistant, Edson, is on the ball.  He had already begun scoping out beneficiaries for the houses we will build in October. 

Meanwhile, a woman in Flor named Felicity, was reeling from the day before.  Her daughter had been mugged.  In the middle of the night, the heavy rain was too much for her fragile, makeshift roof.  It collapsed.  Felicity was relieved they had survived the disaster but at a complete loss.  Everything she had was gone. They literally had no roof over their heads.  She does the only thing she can do.  She begins to pray, beseeching the Lord to intervene, to somehow provide shelter for her and her daughter. Please, Lord, help us.

Then the wood truck and the team showed up.  The team jumped out of the van and began unloading the wood.  Edson explained to Felicity that, if it is OK with her (!) the team would build her house right then and there.  Just a few hours later, Felicity and her daughter had a new, waterproof, strong house, built to last!




 During the house blessing, Felicity shared how overwhelmed she was that the Lord had heard her prayer and answered it..immediately. Her daughter cried. The team was equally overwhelmed to be the hands and feet of Jesus in a real, bona fide miracle for this faithful woman and her daughter.  

So, which was it?  A mess or a miracle?  The day sure started as a mess but the Lord has a way of making a mess into a miracle.


Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”  Matthew 19:26

Tuesday, April 9, 2019

Stepping Up

In the US, when you hear "s/he stepped up" to accomplish something or help out, it connotes a bit of a heroic effort.  One steps up in a situation where everyone else is stymied or it is a task no one wants to do or the task is outside of the person's responsibility.  It is a good thing.

I see people stepping up all the time here.  Last month, the Lord showed me a little girl who desperately needed a wheelchair.  On a Tuesday, I texted my friend, Kathy, my go-to person when we need a wheelchair, and asked her if she could find a child's wheelchair and send it with the team coming the following 
Saturday.  Within 2 hours I had a reply, "We've got a one!"  She collected the wheelchair and then delivered it to the team, a couple of hours away, so they could bring it down.  Lots of people in South Carolina stepped up to help a little girl they didn't know.

A couple of weeks ago, a 5-year-old girl in our school in Flor told our psychologist that her step-father was abusing her and that he had also thrown her 7-month-old brother on the floor.  By that afternoon, they and their 2-year-old brother were in our Children's Home, with a caretaker hired to care for them.  There were no discussions about capacity, about affordability in adding 3 children and a caretaker to the already stretched budget.  The staff at the school and Children's Home stepped up to save these children from further abuse.  Edgar, 8, stepped up and took the 2 year old under his wing, teaching him how to say grace at dinnertime!

Last Friday I got a call in the late afternoon.  "There is a big fire behind the church. We are evacuating all the children.  Can they come to Casa LAMB?"  We didn't have a team that week and Gloria and Dulce had spent the entire week cleaning every inch of Casa LAMB, even scrubbing the wall behind the stove!  When they heard the news, they stepped up.  They knew that all their work would be undone in minutes, yet with big smiles, they immediately began preparing the house to receive 42 children and 8 adults.  They graciously oriented the Children's Home cooks to the kitchen and announced they would be back Saturday morning, their day off, to redo all the work they had already done.



On Saturday, I went to Mengui's house. Mengui and his wife, Damariz, are the house parents for the adolescent boys at the Children's Home.  They built a house neighboring our property.  Marvin, one of our boys, had had difficulties and is in a wonderful program called, "Teen Challenge."  Marvin and a mentor came to spend the weekend with "family."  Marvin doesn't have any viable family - biological family.  But he has a large and loving spiritual family. Mengui and Damariz hugged him and told him they are his parents now.  This is not part of their job description.  They stepped up and stepped in to love a child who needs it so very much.  Several of the adolescent boys were there as well as Mario, our grounds supervisor.  We were all there to support, encourage, and love Marvin.  We celebrated the changes in Marvin that he has prayed for and wept with him as he told us of his new, deeper relationship with Jesus.
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come. 2 Corinthians 5:17

While I was there, I noticed a big cart in Mengui's living room.  "What is that?" It is a bicycle with a food cart attached to it.  Mengui and Damariz have started a neighborhood worship community in their home.  Many of the members are single mothers who have no work.  (Unemployment in Honduras is 50+%) The Lord told Mengui to help them.  So, he took out a loan to buy this contraption and they are preparing to start a business together cooking and selling Chinese food!  Damariz is a cook at the Children's Home so is very experienced in cooking in large quantities.  They both have the reputation of being excellent cooks!  They, the women, and Carlos, one of our boys who has graduated from the program, will run the business.  Carlos, also unable to find work, dreams of being a chef.

Carlos, future chef!
Why all this stepping up?  Because we follow the Lamb wherever He goes.  Because Jesus calls us to step up when we see people in need.   But the real reason is because we are family.   And that is a very good thing.
Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all people, especially to those who belong to the family of believers. - 
Galatians 6:10





Thursday, February 28, 2019

Perfume



The other day I was walking across the campus at the Children's Home on an absolutely gorgeous day.  The cloudless sky was a bright, deep blue.  It was warm with a gentle breeze, causing the pine trees to dance lightly with the sky.  The air was sweet with the scent of pine needles.  I thought, "this must be what heaven is like."  I was reminded of a joke told by one of my clergy friends.  He would say, "If you don't like the smell of incense, you won't like heaven!"  As I walked along I thought, I bet the incense in heaven is not clouds of smoke billowing out of a censer like at church.  Instead, I imagine it is like the pine straw, occasionally wafting up its sweet aroma as a surprise grace note to passersby.

Today, during my devotional, I read, "From the rising of the sun to its setting my Name shall be great among the nations, and in every place incense shall be offered to my Name, and a pure offering; for my Name shall be great among the nations, says the Lord of hosts.Malachi 1:11   I doubt heaven is covered with pine straw and we don't sacrifice animals on the altar anymore so what is this incense that we should be offering up to the Lord of hosts?  

Several weeks ago, for Epiphany Sunday, we planned on giving food baskets to 3 local families in thanksgiving for the gifts of the 3 kings.  I was in PriceSmart buying the food when I was suddenly filled with the Holy Spirit.  I knew He was saying, “Yes, this is how I want the children to celebrate Epiphany.”  After blessing the food during the church service, we all set off down the hill to deliver the first basket to the family at the gate.  The basket started out very heavy but within a few steps, it was almost empty because many children wanted to help carry the food.  We were met at the house by the gate by Kimberly, a young pregnant woman.  Her face was wreathed in smiles as she accepted the basket, full of nutritious food, milk, and some cookies, for the family.  We went to the second house just up the dirt road from the Children’s Home.  The bigger boys took the food into the kitchen.  There was no food in the house.  Dona Reyna, the mom, joined us in prayer and then prayed herself, thanking God for this miracle.  Although we had planned this, to her it was like manna from heaven.  One minute her family has no food, suddenly they have a basketful!  I think at that moment, a sweet aroma wafted up to heaven.  Our offering of incense to the Lord in the form of food for His children.



In January a medical brigade came and we held a clinic in a rural church.  A mother brought her severely disabled 5-year-old son.  His muscles are so week and flaccid, he can't even hold his head up.  The mom carries him everywhere.  The team left money to buy a stroller for him.  Edson and I delivered the stroller to their home, a long walk down a treacherous dirt road.  The mom was thrilled with the stroller and immediately rolled him up and down the length of the porch.  Then she smiled and thanked God for the stroller.  The incense of her gratitude rises to heaven and God smiles.

Most of our children at the Children's Home have sponsors, or "madrinas and padrinos" (Godparents.)  Many of them have established relationships with the children and communicate with them regularly.  It is a wonderful thing to see a child's eyes light up when they hear from their madrina or padrino.  It is also true that some of our children either don't have a sponsor or don't have any contact with their sponsor.  They are all very gracious and are happy when another child receives a gift, card, or visit from their Godparents.  Not long ago I asked one girl what she would like from her madrina who was coming soon.  After the long wish list from her friend, Genesis (the older one,) who does not have an active madrina, looked at me and said forlornly, "I would like some skates."  Her little face pierced my heart and I determined that she would get skates.  I reached out to the other girl's madrina and asked her if she would add some skates to the list.  The look of pure joy on Genesis' face when we presented her the skates was priceless!  Sweet, sweet aroma!  Later on that afternoon, we saw many other children helping her learn to skate and learning to skate themselves as she happily shared her new skates (and the only skates at the Children's Home!) with anyone who wanted to try.  The generosity that comes so naturally to the children must lift up billows of incense!  (Oh, and now Genesis has her own madrina!  Love sends more incense heavenward...)


Our latest team, another medical brigade, went to Col. Emanuel, an impoverished village behind the city dump.  We saw a young man and his little brother.  We learned that 22 year old, Raul, is head of household for his 4 siblings.  His 4 yr. old brother, Sem, had a serious case of asthma.  Dr. Ann brought them into the pharmacy to nebulize Sem. Raul was so sweet, so loving, so dear.  Sem was adorable.   Sem sat on Raul’s lap and they sang little praise songs during his treatment.  I learned that Raul lost his job several months ago.  “How do you buy food?” I asked.  Raul shrugged and said, “We trust in God.”  We gave him all of our leftover food and some money.  At first he refused the money but we insisted.  He was so very thankful.  Raul embodies grace as he cares for his siblings and puts all his trust in God.  Daily incense offered up to his faithful Savior. 

There is a Spanish praise song that I love dearly.  It is titled, Perfume a Tus Pies. (Perfume at Your Feet.)  The lyrics lead up to "I want my life to be like perfume at your feet."  I believe the incense we lift up, becoming perfume at the feet of the Lord, is the way we live our lives.   It is our actions of love and gratitude, trust and hope, that is the pure offering that makes His name great among all nations.

To listen to Perfume at Your Feet, follow this link.https://youtu.be/JXrGBjKyMvY


Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Living ready

Every now and then I see a post on Facebook ominously declaring that we are in the end times.  My reaction is “Of course we are.  We’ve been in the end times since the moment Jesus ascended.” However, our personal “end time” could come at any moment.  A comet could come crashing down down right now and we’d all be in line at the Pearly Gates. Jesus says:
Therefore keep watch, because you do not know on what day your Lord will come.  But understand this: If the owner of the house had known at what time of night the thief was coming, he would have kept watch and would not have let his house be broken into.  So you also must be ready, because the Son of Man will come at an hour when you do not expect him.”  (Matthew 24:42-44)
Whether it is the END TIME or our personal end time, the message is clear:  be ready. What do we do to be ready?  Personally, one thing I do is say the prayer of confession before takeoff and landing every time I fly…just in case!

There are two reasons to be ready.  One is to avoid hellfire and damnation.  The other is to live into the promise that is Christ Jesus -- eternal life in His presence.

After almost 8 years in Honduras. what I have learned is that being ready is not saying a particular prayer or going to church every Sunday.  Being ready is about how you live your life every day.  Soon after I moved to Honduras, I asked a Honduran pastor, “How is it that the poor who suffer so much, with no end in sight, have such a profound faith?”  He answered me immediately, “It’s because we set our sights on the next life.”  I realized, despite my faith, I and many Americans set our sights on this life.  Our measures of success and security are job titles, the neighborhood we live in, the car we drive, our school, the size of our investment portfolio… But, when you set your sights on the next life, everything changes. 

Hondurans know that they are totally dependent on God.  In our independent, self-sufficient, do-it-yourself culture, does that make you feel a little itchy?  The Hondurans give everything over to God.  The country is one of the poorest in the western hemisphere and the government corruption is mind boggling.  If you ask a Honduran how those conditions might change, they smile and shrug, “God knows.”  It is not fatalism, or complacency, it is trust. When they talk about a future event, even meeting for lunch the next day, they say, “Si Dios permite!”  If God permits!  And as far as I can tell, they rarely try to do God’s job for Him.  Have you ever done that?  “Don’t worry, God, I got this!  I’ll let you know if I need help!” Or, do you ever lay out the solution for Him?  “Dear Lord, here is the situation so please first do this, then this… or…you could do that…either way works for me. Amen.” (Personally, I hope God has a sense of humor!)

The Hondurans walk in the Spirit.  And they want you to join them.  Last year during Holy Week, Dony, a staff member, received tragic news.  His father had been murdered for no apparent reason.  The morning after the wake, Suzy, our founder, and I were in my car on the main street waiting for the funeral procession to start.  Dony came over and leaned into the car to talk.  Suddenly an older man, slightly drunk and reeking of alcohol, came up.  He tearfully told us his story. He has no family, his mother abandoned him when he was young.  He thinks God might love him but he isn’t sure.  Sometimes he wants to “leave this world…”  but he is afraid of death.  He is even more afraid of not being loved. Dony, on his way to his father’s funeral, began sharing the Good News with this man, assuring him that Jesus loves him and will never leave him.  At the worst moment in his life, Dony was evangelizing.  He’s ready.

 Hondurans help people who need help.  If you are trying to back out of a parking spot or parallel park, a man (or boy) is always there to help guide you.  Not for a tip, it’s just what they do.  I can’t carry anything around the Children’s Home for more than about 3 steps.  Someone, even our smallest children, will rush up to help. 

Israel and a small portion of the food
Soon after I got to Honduras, I impetuously set off with a car full of food to give to the family of a young woman who worked for us.  We drove 3 hours and stopped at a restaurant.  It was there I learned that the family lived in some remote area where “taxis couldn’t go.” Well, I certainly didn’t want to go, at least not in a car full of women.  So I walked outside onto the dirt road to look for help. We were right next to a gun store so, not knowing what else to do, I started explaining my predicament, in fractured Spanish, to the heavily armed guard.  (Why did I think that would help?)  Well, the woman behind the counter heard and rushed over, dialing her phone.  “I know someone who can help you!”  10 minutes later a young man named Israel (!) roared up in a pick up truck.  He cheerfully loaded all the food, hundreds of pounds of it, into the truck and off we went.  We drove for an hour and a half!  All the while he was smiling and chatting with me.  He knew a little English and I knew a little Spanish.  When we arrived, we discovered the house was deep in a ravine.  No problem! Israel loaded the food on his back and ran up and down the treacherous path until all the food had been delivered.  As we set off back to the village, I was so grateful for his help.  I looked at him and said, “Tu eres mi salva vida!”  (you are my life saver)  He looked puzzled for a second, then smiled and nodded.  He dropped us off at my car and drove off with a wave.  The woman in the gun store called Israel and he came -- because someone needed food and they are always ready to help. (By the way, it wasn’t until I was back in Tegucigalpa that I realized Salva Vida is the name of their beer.  It was like I had told him, “You are my Budweiser!”)

Eva
Hondurans are clear about from whom all blessings flow.  The last team of 2018 came at the end of October.  In addition to all the other usual activities, they decided they wanted to build a house in a day for Ernestina, a tiny, homeless, elderly woman in San Buenaventura.  The mayor had given her a minuscule bit of land way down a dirt road in the mountains behind the Children’s Home.  The only way to get the materials to the site was to carry them down and back up a ravine.  I was standing in the woods monitoring the progress when another woman appeared, arms full of wood that she had gathered for her wood burning stove.  Eva, too, is impoverished but slightly better off than Ernestina.  She put down her machete and wood and smiled broadly at me.  “I am so thankful the Lord is helping Ernestina!  Thank you letting Him use you to bring this miracle to her.”  Eva knows where that house came from.  We were thankful to be part of Ernestina's miracle.

The team realized Ernestina didn’t have a mattress so they gave me the money to buy her one.  I asked Angel, our singing construction worker, if he could help.  No problem!  I gave him the money and the next day, he recruited a friend with a pickup truck.  They went into town, bought the mattress, and then hauled the mattress and box springs to Ernestina’s new house.  Again, because that is what they do.  If they can help, they do…with a smile.




Hondurans live lives of hope.  Jimmy came to us, broken and malnourished, at 3.  One day I saw him at our school where he does volunteer work.  He is 19 now.  He was doing his university homework, playing very complex classical music on his guitar.  His fingers were flying over the strings as he changed chords and picked a sophisticated pattern.  I asked him how growing up at the Children’s Home changed his life.  “Suzy came and gave us the possibility to dream and the possibility of having a better life.  There is a lot of Christian influence at the Children’s Home. They teach us that our lives have a lot of value.  It changed the way I dream.  My hope for the future is more than a degree from university. More than that, it is to influence society positively. More than changing my life, it is changing the lives of others in a positive way.  I want to give a future to kids who don’t have one now.”  Through LAMB God has given Jimmy hope…and now he plans to share that hope with others.

70% of Hondurans live below the poverty line.  40% live on less than $2 a day. Unemployment is over 50%.  The government is so corrupt it makes your teeth hurt.  There is no end in sight for the poor in Honduras.   And yet, they are always joyful, ready with a smile, eager to help, full of hope and focused on the Risen Lord.  They know this life is less than a blink of an eye in the context of eternity but the next life is forever. They are ready.

Brothers and sisters in Christ, let us all be ready…for a life filled with joy!




Thursday, July 5, 2018

Just share

From the time we are tiny little children, we are told to share.  Moms and dads, teachers, and grandparents encourage us to share some of what we have with siblings, friends, and, sometimes, "starving children in..." The Bible exhorts us to share all throughout the old and new testaments.
One person gives freely, yet gains even more; another withholds unduly, but comes to poverty. Proverbs 11:24 
And do not forget to do good and to share with others, for with such sacrifices God is pleased. Hebrews 13:16
Often, we are sharing out of abundance.  We have a bag of candy and give a few pieces to a friend.  We have clothes we haven't worn in a long time (or no longer fit) so we give them to a charity.  We have a couple of $1 bills in our wallets, beside the $10s and $20s, so we give them to the homeless person on the corner.  We pledge money to the church, working towards fitting a tithe into the family budget. 

What does it look like when we just share?  Not out of abundance but out of love?  It looks like this:
Little Alex Eduardo just graduated from kindergarten.  He got the award for being curious!  He also got a gift of an airplane, some cars and signage to go with it.   Pamm Ferrand, from the Atlanta team, was walking by as Alex was playing and he handed her the above items.  "It's a gift!"  Pamm checked several times that afternoon to see if he wanted them back.  "No, it's a gift!"  Our kids don't have many of their own toys and Alex only received one toy for his graduation.  Yet, unbidden, for no particular reason, he shared it with Pamm.

This is actually pretty common at the Children's Home.  Just a couple days ago, a child casually shared part of his small pack of Smarties with me.  Candy is a real treat for the kids.  No words, just a couple of Smarties offered up. 

Reina, Andrea, Joseph
The most touching example of sharing happened twice in June, by the same person.  There is a student, Andrea, at our school in Flor with cystic fibrosis.  Dr. Ann Von Thron and Joseph Klosik have become involved and are able to find CF parents in the US and pharmaceutical companies to donate meds and more sophisticated and effective equipment to help Andrea.  Her mother, Reina, is overcome by the love and generosity shown by anonymous people in the US.  As she thanked Joseph and Dr. Ann, she explained that there is only 1 doctor in all of Honduras who treats CF and meds are expensive and often impossible to get.   So, despite her own very limited resources and a child with CF, she shares the meds with other families with CF children. 

This leaves me speechless.  I imagine what it would be like to have a child with a life threatening illness like CF.  I am certain I would hoard any medications I could get my hands on to ensure MY child had what he needed.  I am equally certain it wouldn't occur to me to share the meds that were otherwise out of reach.  And yet, that is what she does.  She shares out of love and trusts in God to provide.

My experience in Honduras over and over again is that those who have nothing share everything.  If they have 2, they give you 1.  If they have only 1, they give you half.  It makes no difference if you are poor or wealthy.  They just share because that is where their heart is.

 For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. Luke 12:34

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Friendship

I have a devotional that I do most days from a book called, The Better Part: A Christ-Centered Resource for Personal Prayer.  Each day includes a section called Christ the Friend discussing the appointed scripture from the perspective of Jesus as our friend.   During Lent, I have been thinking a lot about Christ-like friendship.  How would Jesus handle the ups and inevitable downs of friendship?   I have often wondered what Jesus thought about Judas.  Over the course of his 3 years of ministry, Jesus must have been a friend to Judas as He was to the other disciples.  Jesus loved Judas, even knowing how that relationship would end.  And Peter.  How heart breaking it must have been when, at the time when Jesus needed him the most, Peter was busy denying Him.  Jesus was not a fair weather friend.   He loved and forgave his disciples and friends no matter what they did.  In one Christ the Friend section we read in the author's version of Jesus's advice : 
Rest in my heart for a moment now, and see how I love those who hate and persecute me. Since you know that I am always with you, always loving and guiding and protecting you, you have the strength to do the same.
One of our boys, Elias H. is severely disabled, both physically and mentally.  He is mostly a delight but, frankly, he can also be annoying. (Like all of us can!) He lives in the adolescent boys' cabin.  The boys share in the care taking responsibilities for Elias, making sure he stays safe.  Friday was Elias' 15th birthday.  As I was perusing FaceBook that evening, I came across this post from one of the other boys, Jimmy:


It says: 
On a day like today Gabriel celebrates the birth of Elias (Elijah in English.)  There are no records of it, but regardless of whether it was today or not, we remember that on a very special day Elijah was born. (Our) Elias has been in the LAMB family since he was very small, he grows up with teenagers and in a very special or sweet way he teaches us so many things. He teaches me that you don't have to have everything to be happy, that a simple hug fills your life. He teaches me that no matter the sex, color or race we are all human and we are all family since he hugs every person he finds, Elias does not see if you have more money than the other Elias will always embrace you. Many times we have everything and we are not happy, give Elias a snack and he is already happy, Elias laughs with you and also cries with you, every person who comes to live with Elias is aware of all this and many other things. Elias does not need to see the morning to be happy, Elias is happy today because, for him, life comes to have more meaning than we imagine. People like Elias teach me how valuable life is and that we waste life being bitter, wondering what I need to be happy? Elias teaches me that I just need a lempira (5 cents) in my pocket to be happy all day.

Jimmy understands how to be a Christ-like friend.  He looks beyond the times when Elias annoys him to see the authentic Elias - a child of God, who shines the love of Jesus all the time and loves us unconditionally.

I pray we all have an Elias in our lives and that we can be friends like Jimmy.