I’m not a poet, but sometimes I’m compelled to write in my own, unique style of verse. So it is with my recap of the week Audrey and I spent this summer in Tegucigalpa, Honduras.
We went with a team led by our dentist and friend Dr. Bob Ward of First Lavaca (Arkansas). And we worked under the direction of World Gospel Outreach, an organization that has learned through the years how to truly honor God and serve the physical and spiritual needs of people in efficient and powerful ways. It was, frankly, the most impactful mission trip I’ve ever taken, and this ode won’t do it justice. But it’s all I have.
We took a ton of photos, a few of which I’ve included. Click here to see more.
I asked the Lord: “Show me a revelation; “Move within me; “Move within us; “Heal this land; “Heal these people; “Make Your Glory known.” We flew in fast, and we landed hard, Because this is Tegucigalpa – its mountains high, its runway short. The adventure had just begun; Pedro took us up and down the mountain, Through the city and into the countryside, Driving his yellow school bus like an Indy car, Smiling all the time. We came, of course, to help; A “brigade,” they called it; A troop of foreigners and nationals, Joining together in the inward parts of this city, Offering what we could …. To provide basic medical, dental, and optical care … To wash and style the hair of children, treat their hair for lice, paint their nails, and watch them smile … To pour a concrete floor or paint the random boards That serves as walls for a shack a family knows as “home” … To listen, to pray, and to share God’s grace. Could we make a difference? Really? In this city? The pollution burned our nostrils, stung our eyes; We saw pain and heartache holding so many in its vise grips; Hopelessness attacking their souls, prisoners walking in the streets; “Who are we,” I asked? “Who am I?” Poverty had been taking root in these hills of silver for nearly 500 years; We were here for just a week! Could we make a difference? Really? In this city? Evil lurked, whispered his lies, Distorted truth, twisted hope into despair; He will not win, I remembered; He's already been defeated; Christ's heal has struck his head; Jesus lives and evil's hold will not prevail! Could we make a difference? Really? In this city? Could we make a difference? Not us … but Christ within us. So we served and watched Him work; We saw a double rainbow from the clouds, Vibrant colors painting the Honduran sky; We saw God's face in those we loved: A son, daughter, granddaughter, husband, wife … a stranger … a newfound friend; We saw God’s mercies, grace, and faithfulness, All written in the faces – of children, young men and women, the elderly; They had hope; They had Hope. We smelled the coffee beans as they roasted, High up in the mountains, where the air is clean and fresh; We saw papaya growing by a squatter’s shanty house, Nestled down a hill on a dirt patch just off an unpaved city street; We laughed with the lady who said she had "a zoo" in her tummy; We laughed more when we heard about the granny Who packed a pistol on her hip and Jesus in her heart; And we cried as we washed each other's feet; Tears of joy, tears of life, tears of love; And along the way we heard the words angels long to hear: "Yes, I need Jesus!" "Yes, I want Jesus!" "Yes, I love Jesus!" Another 80-plus souls signed up for heaven; Another 70-plus recommitted their lives to the Way. And when we stopped … When we paused to look and listen … All around us, All within us, All among us; Here’s what we saw … Our God moved; Our God moves! Praise His holy name!
Tegucigalpa, Honduras, 6/30/17