An egg is an egg...

So there is this interesting egg thing in Honduras.  There is one kind of egg here - white, same size, no fancy organic, yada yada yada eggs.  They don't refrigerate eggs so you can drive down the dusty street in Flor in the middle of a sunny, HOT day and buy eggs from the trunk of a car parked on the side of the road.  (To test whether the egg you are about to use is good or not, punch a little hole in the side with your thumb.  If some egg white spurts out, go for it.  If not, throw it away.)  So all you egg snobs, when you come to Honduras remember, an egg is an egg is an egg.


Sin embargo, (my new favorite Spanish term meaning, "however") the same is not true for our short-term missionaries.  Each one is very different. And I don't mean in the obvious ways - all people are different sizes, shapes, colors, etc,  No, I mean each person is different in the heart they bring and the blessings they bestow upon God's lambs here.  Take the team in house now.   They are Presbyterians (First Scots) from Charleston, SC.  It is a funny combination of people as most teams are.  A wide range of ages, professions, family status.  No real logic in the combination of people on the team except that they all felt called to serve God in Honduras, at LAMB, this particular week.  Bueno.   God takes this "motley crew" (and I say that with love and affection for each and every one of them) and is doing marvelous things. 

• The microenterprise project, modeled after Mohammed Yunnus' Grameen Bank, has new life after laying fallow for several months.   Gabriel, the director of the program, is on fire with a vision and a plan for short and long term miracles for teams of impoverished women.   He has 7 years of experience in the largest microenterprise organization in Honduras and an energy and trust in God that exhausts the rest of us!  Jack and Pam Callahan and team member Rob spent the day with Gabriel and David.   A partnership made in heaven is charging full steam ahead!
• Lisa, who has her doctorate in pharmacology, asked if she could get a list of medicines the children take at the Children's Home in hopes that she could send some down with a future team.  In addition to her list, she spent well over an hour with Isela the nurse in the little clinic located in Sala Cuna (the babies cottage.)   Lisa explained how certain medicines should and should not be used, how to give them, what side effects to watch out for and on and on.  Tomorrow she will conduct an impromptu workshop with Isela and go into much more detail and discuss several of the children's medical situations.  Isela and Arely were thrilled for this unexpected gift!
• Gordon, a retired Headmaster's Headmaster, knelt next to Christopher, mesmerized, as Christopher read a book to him.  How magnificent for Christopher to have this dear man hang on every word. 
• Rob, working alone with the Honduran crew, was effusive as he described, over lunch, the fascinating and meticulous work of building a latrine!  You would think he was building the Taj Mahal of Central America!  "I can't wait to get back tomorrow to see how they put the tops on the latrines!  I helped build them!"  Finding joy in such work is grace in action.
• Gordon, Jim, Greg, Gregory, Marcus took on Mission Impossible -- improving the road up to the boy's dorm.  They are filling gaping holes (wheelbarrows full of sand hurtling down the hill to be tamped into submission), digging new paths for the rain water to take, lining the road and new drainage paths with rocks (again hurtling wheelbarrows) to reinforce the road.  Hmm... so what you might ask. Well, that is also the road that leads to the water tank so it is crucial that it is always passable.  The water of life, as it were.
• Ashley and Toni, along with Pam and Mary, took over the plastering job! Girl power!  When the boys dorm is finished and you see the smooth walls, you will know they were there.   I have not seen their homes but I can guarantee they devoted the same or more care to this future home as to their own.  Nothing but their best for God's littlest lambs.

In the midst of their important, Spirit-driven work, they hug, they play, they smile, they love the children.  A few days ago the children were unknown to them.  Tonight during devotions they talked about them as family.

Welcome to my world!  Week after week a new motley crew comes in.  It is impossible to know ahead of time why God brought each one to this place at that time. Day after day, each one serves God in a different way, blessing us all.  And I get a front row seat with each team! 

So, an egg is an egg is an egg but a missionary is one of a kind, and to that I say, Thanks be to God!