Saturday, May 15, 2021

A day in the life

We have astonishing sunsets 

I have been living at the Children’s Home for over 2 months now.  It is almost always a joy, at times hilarious, at times heartbreaking, at times breathtakingly beautiful and, occasionally, baffling. I will start with bedtime which is a favorite time of the day.  The boys come roaring back into the cabin from, usually, the cancha where they have been playing a variety of games. They brush their teeth and put their pajamas on. (If that sounds quick and orderly…it is not…) The Tia (caretaker) dabs Noxema on their faces (forehead, nose, chin, cheeks.) Several of the boys then come to me, presenting their faces so I can rub it in for them. Once they are marginally in bed (I sometimes think the beds have the opposite charge than they do, sort of like magnets, because the instant they jump in bed, they pop out again…) I remind them that everyone needs to have teeth brushed, jammies on, and be in bed for my part of the bedtime routine. We have two bedrooms of 4 boys each.  I begin with the youngest boys and the boys who are in bilingual school, Edgar, age 10, Angel, age 8, Jackson, age 7, Alex, age 8.  The other bedroom has Wilson, age 12, Ishmael, 12, Darwin, 11, Jorge, 8.  I come in and give each boy and hug and, for most of them, tuck a blanket around them saying, “snug as a bug in a rug.” (It is hot now so they immediately throw the blanket off again.) Next up is either lullabies or a story.  I sing the same lullabies I used to sing with my boys when they were little.  In the youngest room, they will sing along with me.  In the other room, where there is much less English, they will sing the umm-hmm in Froggie Went a Courtin’ with me. What they really prefer is a bedtime story.  As I did with my boys, I make one up as I go along with the bedroom inhabitants as the stars of the story.  The younger boys are the Hero Team and the other boys are the Brave Team.  They have encounters with Metzel, a teeny tiny man, Bubba the bear, Dalrymple Max the dragon, and one of their favorites, Davy the Rainbow Dolphin.  Recently, Sebastian the Stegosaurus made an appearance but it is not clear whether he will be a recurring character. When the story, or episode, is over I leave saying, “Good night, sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite!”  I walk out to a chorus of the same from the boys.  I put myself into bed chuckling with a heart filled with joy.  It amazes me because even the oldest boys want the hug, the snug as a bug routine.  I often also have to tuck in their stuffed animals too.

A ronron

I put myself to bed and begin my battle against the ronrones (flying beetle type bugs) that are like kamikaze pilots diving for my head,  the pomerias which are termite like flying bugs that suddenly swarm out of nowhere, and the gecko who randomly makes a loud EH-EH-EH and occasionally drops a nicely formed pellet of poop on my head.

At around 5 am, a heard of wildebeests thunder through and around the cabin, shouting, whistling ear piercing, tuneless…(what? Noise) I hide in my room until they go down to the communal kitchen for breakfast.  Then I shower and eat breakfast. Alone.  If I try to eat breakfast when the boys are there I get peppered with the same questions 8 times:  Are you eating cereal? (as I put a spoon of cereal in my mouth) Why are you eating cereal?  Do you like cereal?

English students
Wilson learning virtually

At 8, I head to my school assignment.  I am either in 4th/5th grade or in 1st grade. For reasons that defy logic, the local education authorities will not let us use our school which is large and well-appointed about ½ mile down the road.  Nor will they let all the teachers be physically present at the same time.  So, we always have 2 teachers who are virtual and 2 who stay in the school down the road for a month at a time.  The other teachers arrive and leave each day.  I am the assistant in whichever class has the virtual teacher.  Virtual teaching is the pits.  I have even more empathy and admiration for all the teachers worldwide who have been teaching this way. By 2:30, when school is over, I am exhausted.  I rest for about an hour and then teach English to a varying number of teens who want to learn.  It is really fun.  Those of you who will be coming back, get ready to converse with the kids! On Thursday, we learned about all the ingredients that could go on a pizza, (they were grossed out by the pineapple!) the types of crusts, and phrases such as, “I am full,” “I’m stuffed,” “He is a bottomless pit,” “She eats like a bird,” “He eats like a horse!”

The rest of the kids go to the Honduran school, virtually, under the guidance of Lariza, Academic Director.  The computer lab is full of kids all in their zoom class in a room that is like an oven. How they survive that is a mystery to me.  Elias and Judith have their own program with a wonderful teacher and the other special needs kids go to another virtual school.

The rest of the time, I play with the kids.  I have a selection of games and books that I share with the kids. I visit the other cabins and play and horse around.  The boys in my cabin have learned to take care of the books and games.  I am so happy to see them lounging around, each with a book they have picked out of the basket of books I leave outside my room.  I also hang out at the cancha with the kids and generally have a good time.



Monse


Ester in 1st grade Abram and his cat, Pokey Fun times with Enma and Suyapa

Before school sing along with Angel Church

Not every minute is one of bliss, however.  The children haven’t seen their families for over a year and some are orphans or were abandoned at birth and know nothing about their mothers.  The staff organizes phone calls and video calls but, as we all know, that isn’t the same.  Facebook was filled with pictures of joyous Mother’s Day celebrations butI experienced the other side of Mother’s Day.  The kids all made Mother’s Day cards for their tias, Debbie, me, Lariza or other favorite staff member.  I received a card with an exuberant turkey on it! Aside from the cards and phone calls to moms, we downplay the day.  Nevertheless, the pain of being separated from their mothers is evident, often through their behavior.  Mother’s Day evening, I put the boys to bed with a particularly good story (if I say so myself!) I was quietly reading in my room when I suddenly heard loud pounding.  I went to investigate only to discover one of the best behaved boys had lost control. He was outside pounding on the door, laughing and shouting that he didn’t want to go to sleep.  He had a defiant look on his face and refused to come inside.  I leave these situations up to the tia – better to have only one person in charge.  A few minutes later, I heard a quiet tap on my door.  I opened it to find the child with a stricken look on his face.  “What’s happening?” I asked. He burst into heaving sobs and cried, “I want to see my mom!”  I gathered him into my arms and we sat on my bed.  I held him and sang to him until he calmed down.  My heart was breaking.  The next evening I went into the older boys room to find the youngest with the blanket over his face.  He was sobbing.  Nothing had happened to cause him to cry.  I can only assume that he, too, was missing his mom.  I held him for quite a long time.  I feel so helpless at times like this.  I can’t fix this for them.  I can only love them and pray for an end to this pandemic.  Please join me in this prayer.

There are so many things that happen day in and day out.  I wish I had a video team following me around so you could laugh with me, marvel with me, cry with me, praise God with me as I go from moment to moment.

A final story…I eat breakfast alone, for reasons outlined above, and dinner alone in the cabin.  Our big meal is lunch and dinner is often bean focused.  I have discovered that, as much as I like beans, I can only eat so many beans before my body revolts. I often eat yoghurt at night.  One morning, I reached for my milk in the frig only to find the carton was empty.  That evening, I discovered all my yoghurt was gone.  During devotional I explained to the boys that my milk and yoghurt had gone missing.  I had two problems with that.  First, they were my things taken without permission.  Second, and most important, they provide the calcium that women my age need to keep our bones strong so they don’t break if I fall.  Sweet Wilson, with huge eyes, asked, “So you didn’t eat all day?” Edgar, during the closing prayer, prayed, “Dear Lord, please protect Amanda’s milk for her bones because she is old.”

These last two months have been some of the best in my life!  I look forward to returning to my “real job” of volunteer coordinator and welcoming teams again.  We REALLY REALLY miss y’all. If you feel so moved, please send an email or, better yet, a short video message to a child of your choice.  There are kids with no sponsors or special relationships and I would be happy to give you a name of a child to write to.  They are starving for relational connections. You can send them to my email, Amanda.vpscott@gmail.com or to LAMB in Charleston.

The Lord bless you
    and keep you;
 the Lord make his face shine on you
    and be gracious to you;
the Lord turn his face toward you
    and give you peace.”’ Numbers 6:24-26

Stay safe, get vaccinated, come back to see you.  We love you and we miss you.



























Sunday, April 4, 2021

Promise kept

 


Feliz Dia de la Resurrección!  
Happy Day of the Resurrection!

This is the day every Christian hopes for, waits for, expects to happen.  It is what gets us through Holy Week, especially Good Friday.  All through the Bible, a promise is made:

Be strong and courageous. Do not fear or be in dread of them, for it is the Lord your God who goes with you. He will not leave you or forsake you.” Deut. 31:8

No man shall be able to stand before you all the days of your life. Just as I was with Moses, so I will be with you. I will not leave you or forsake you. Joshua 1:5

But the angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid, for I know that you seek Jesus who was crucified. He is not here, for he has risen, as he said. Matt. 28:5

 And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age. Matt. 28:20

But will the promise come through? Most of our kids have suffered abuse, rejection, abandonment, disappointment, and promises forgotten.  Walking through Holy Week, especially the Stations of the Cross on Good Friday is, for me, sobering and heart breaking.  How much more so is it for our kids who have experienced some of those stations themselves? Every year, we anxiously and eagerly await Easter morning to proclaim with relief and joy, "Alleluia!  Christ is Risen!" Will it come this year?  Can we trust in the promise when we have been betrayed in this world so many times?

At the Children's Home, we not only celebrate that but also baptism when we welcome children who have so chosen into the body of Christ. One of the newly baptized gave a testimony on Palm Sunday recounting an experience with their baby brother.  The older sibling, at 11 years of age, was responsible for the younger siblings and the household.  The 15 day old baby fell out of a hammock and stopped breathing.  The sibling ran and picked him up.  The family did not go to church nor read the Bible.  This 11 year old, who knew nothing about God's promise, prayed for the life of the baby.  The baby is now in our preschool and very bright and as cute as any child could be. The sibling ended the testimony by saying, "I realized God was with us." The child knew nothing about God except He was there.  Is there.  Will always be there.  

That is the promise.  No matter what, God is with us.  Jesus suffered death by crucifixion and rose again to be with us to the end of the age. "'For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. ' Romans 8:38-39.  Not even ignorance of Jesus nor disbelief will separate us from the love of God. 

It is with great joy I share evidence of the Risen Lord in the pictures from today.

The service begins in the church and then we process to the cancha where the baptisms occur

Richard blesses the baptismal candidates and then the water. The youngest, Sofia, bravely goes first.  (It was really cold this morning!)
Sofia, Paola, Ismael, Darwin, Angie are fully immersed 
They are sealed by the Holy Spirit and marked as Christ's own forever

Let us welcome the newly baptized!

For these children and for all of us, the promise made has been kept!


Alleluia!  Christ is Risen!
The Lord is risen indeed!

Saturday, March 20, 2021

Home again, home again

 


I am filled with joy to report I am back in Honduras!  I have had several reunions, eaten way too much Honduran food, and discovered to my relief that my Spanish is about what it was when I left.  Attending church at the Children’s Home for the first time was wonderful.  It had been a year since I last attended church in person, a year since I had taken communion.  The little kids have gotten bigger, we have several new children, and some of the older children have moved to the transition program and are living in houses around Tegucigalpa.  Other than that, it was just the same.  I really felt like I had been to church the week before.  It felt like home. As I felt the breeze and watched the trees sway outside the window, I thought about the Holy Spirit.  A feeling came over me that this church experience was just like God, who is, was, and ever shall be.  We change, we come and go, we move closer or away but He is always steadfast, always faithful, always the same.  Thanks be to God.

After a couple days at Casa LAMB, I moved to the Children’s Home.  I am living with the medium boys!  Being the mother of two boys, this is a perfect fit for me. I have begun helping at our bilingual school, Joy Christian Academy (JCA.).  All the schools are closed in Honduras.  In the infinite wisdom of the local officials, we are not allowed to use the beautiful, large, well-appointed school just down the road from the Children’s Home.  We explained it is just our children but to no avail.  Instead, we have changed the house at the gate, where Angel was living, into JCA.  It’s like a sequel to the movie, this one called, “Honey, I shrunk the school!”  Two teachers are living at the big school and coming in each day.  The others are teaching via internet.  It isn’t optimal but it is working.  We also have had to shorten the school day due to fewer teachers.  Jen is on her honeymoon with Jacob and Lariza is in charge of all the other kids’ schooling via computer. She is working a very long day.  Every time I walk into her school room, I see tons of kids hard at work at the computers. Lester Alexander blurted out last night, “Amanda, I like school!” I nearly fell of the stands at the cancha.  Obviously, Lariza is doing a great job! 



We are all hoping the schools will open soon but there is no word from the officials.  We have a new Director of Joy Academy.  She is going to approach the officials again.  I work from 8-2:30 with ages 3-12, grades pre-K - 5th.  In the morning it is "A" says ah, ah, ah.  In the afternoon, it is "The scientific method is the way..." Sheesh!

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The kids, as always are adorable, funny, and BIG!  We have several new children, Lucas and Valentina are babies, Enma, Mabel, Melissa, and Monse are in the little girl Angels cabin, and Suyapa is in the medium girls cabin.  All are adorable and seem to have adapted well.  Monse who is 4, doesn’t speak.  Melissa has serious kidney problems and is being treated for her condition. Mabel and Enma are in JCA and are holding their own learning English while doing their work.



Enma Suyapa Lucas Valentina

Monse Melissa Mabel
  

Living with the medium boys is a hoot.  They really are sweet and anxious to be of help to me.  I can’t carry anything, not even my water bottle.  I have been reading them books at night, which they love. Right now, The Napping House by Don and Audrey Wood is their favorite.  If you have a young child in your life, I highly recommend it. Last night we were at the cancha playing volleyball and soccer.  It was dark as we walked back and Alex was holding my snazzy little flashlight.  When we got back to the cabin he said, “Amanda, when you die will you give me your flashlight?”  “Sure,” I replied! Another Alex story:  One day I was walking up to the cabin.  Several boys came running up to tell me another one (who shall remain nameless) had thrown some rocks at my car. (I don't think he was aiming at my car.) I spoke solemnly to the child and said it made me sad that he had thrown rocks at my car. Alex followed me into my room.  "Amanda," he said seriously, "it is just a car.  It is not family.  I would rather have a family than a car." Amen.

My house mates!


Another challenge I have had is getting accustomed to schedule here.  The boys get up at 5!  There is no question that they are up and on the move!  We eat dinner at 5 and bed is at 8.  I enjoy a couple of hours of alone time.  By 10 I can’t keep my eyes open!

There are many advantages to living at the Children's Home.  One is you get to experience things you wouldn't otherwise.  For example, one evening I walked into the baby house in time for their devotional!  Dulce, our cook who is working there until teams return, was leading it.

The devotional begins Showing pictures from Bible story Camilla rocks out to the song Victor in prayer
 


Evening activities are another benefit of life at the Children's Home.  One evening all the kids were at the cancha playing futbol (soccer,) volleyball, and just hanging out.  I was on the stands surrounded by a bunch of the teen girls and some younger ones.  No social distancing was going on, we were cheek to jowl!  Suddenly, from behind me a tongue licked my face from my jaw to my cheekbone. I shrieked and turned around.  All I could see was Nahomi!  I said, "Nahomi!" in an accusing but joking way.  She couldn't speak she was laughing so hard but her little index finger was waggling furiously back and forth proclaiming her innocence. The kids were doubled over laughing. The real culprit, Negro the dog, had fled. The best part of that "traumatic" experience was hearing one of the teens who suffers from depression and rarely smiles or even interacts, absolutely belly laughing.  I will offer my face to a dog licking any day to hear that beautiful sound.  The Lord definitely works in mysterious ways and has quite a sense of humor!

I spend Friday nights and Saturday at Casa LAMB.  After a year of solitude, I find I need some during the week.  As much as I love the kids, when I am there it is a constant, "Amanda!"  "Amanda!" "Amanda!"  Last weekend, I was doing my laundry.  My excuse is that I was fuzzy brained from fatigue.  Anyway, I was in the kitchen while the washing machine was churning away.  I reached for my phone.  Not there.  I assumed I had left it upstairs.  "No problem," I thought, "I'll get it later." When the wash was done, I was moving the clothes to the dryer and guess what I found... My cell phone had fallen into the washing machine when I put the clothes in.  I WASHED MY CELL PHONE!  Miracles of miracles, it works just fine.  I have never been a fan of Apple products but I must say, I am impressed with the iphone.  It is truly Amanda-proof. Maybe Apple should use me in a comercial!   

Julio is living at Casa LAMB so I get to spend some time with him too.  This morning he made me breakfast! Before heading back to the Children's Home, I am going to search for some supplies to do science experiments with.  I have never taught science so this is a bit of a challenge, not to mention finding the supplies.  Wish me luck!

The question of the moment is when can teams come back?   At this point, we are comfortable with vaccinated people coming.  We will have to discuss further whether teens, without vaccinations, can come.  Everyone is dying for y’all to return.  Hang in there with us and pray! And get vaccinated as soon as you can!

There are rumors here that the vaccine from Russia may arrive.  Pray for that, or any vaccine.  It is an election year so maybe that will motivate candidates to get the vaccine into the arms of the people.  Everyone is vigilant here about COVID precautions.  EVERYONE wears a mask.  To enter a store you have to walk over a mat soaked with disinfectant, have your temperature taken, and get a squirt of hand sanitizer.  When you enter the Children’s Home, they disinfect the car tires and your shoes! 

Being back is wonderful.  I am having a blast.  I am surrounded by people I love and who love me back.  The weather is great!  The most wonderful part, by far, is returning to my call from God.  In March of 2007, He called me to "Go to Honduras," and I made my first mission trip.  In spring of 2010, He said, "Move to Honduras," and I did in January of 2011.  Spending a year in limbo, away from my call was so hard.  I am so thankful to be back here serving the Risen Lord.  There is nothing, absolutely nothing, better than answering God's call with a resounding YES!  I highly recommend it, wherever, whenever, how ever He calls you.

Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, "Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?" And I said, "Here am I. Send me!" Isaiah 6:8





































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