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Marcy's Journal / Pictures
2009: Nov / Dec / 2010: Jan / Feb
Last week I was invited to be a judge at a music competition. Every year, the ACE (PACE) schools in Central America meet and the kids compete in all different areas (sports, music, preaching, spelling, writing, etc.). Because our children had attended Enlaces School in Comayagua for a year, the principal thought of me when they were coming to Zambrano (to Palabra de Vida, Word of Life, a Christian center for retreats). I felt like I was on the panel for American Idol. However, we were not allowed to say anything after each performance.
There is definitely a need for music teachers (in schools, offering instrumental or vocal lessons, worship, etc.) in Honduras. Contact me if that is an interest of yours.
On Palm Sunday, we read the account in the bible and the kids acted it out. The next day, we celebrated Passover (Seder meal) with friends of ours. I made a cake that did not have any baking powder or baking soda in it. I was surprised that eggs alone could act as a rising agent. We wore a belt with our jacket in it and had a staff (tree branch) in our hands ready for the Exodus. The greatest part is seeing and knowing that the Seder meal represents Jesus, who has led us out of captivity.
Do you or someone you know need help overcoming addictions of any kind? Just because I teach bible study and have a translator, and just because we are located in Honduras, does not mean that the program is only for Spanish speakers. There have been people from the USA who don’t speak any Spanish who enter the program. Some of the staff are bilingual, so devotions and bible studies can also be in English. Sometimes classes can be offered to learn Spanish.
Door of Hope Rehab Center is open for people who want to recover from drug and alcohol addiction, depression, bulimia, anorexia, gambling, rebelliousness, etc.
“Our mission is to help oppressed souls become free through the power of the living Word of God."
Check out http://jimmyhughesministries.org/Door_of_Hope.html and/or pass the information along to people you need who are need or want to break free.
Day Trips (see pictures)
Luis had some friends from the USA here visiting (Janine, Melody, and Melody's two girls, who are 4 and 2 years old). So, we joined him in going to El Espino on Thursday (with Robyn’s ministry, www.erinternational.org), La Providencia on Friday (for a birthday party), Zambrano on Saturday (regular classes), and Las Botijas on Sunday (for church service with Henry).
In El Espino they gave out candy and had the kids color. Luis shared the gospel with the adults and then Robyn handed out food. We rode there with Robyn, stopping to look at a property first. She wants to buy some land and build a Care Point. This will be a place where the community can be served (spiritual and physical food, education help, etc.).
In La Providencia, Don Goyo (Don is not his first name, rather, it is a title of honor, like Mister, but more honorable) was turning 68 years old. To celebrate, all 70+ members of his family came. Here is a man who moved to this area, built a house, and started a family. Eighteen children later (twelve of which lived), they grew into a community. I lost count of all his grandchildren. We had a hard time getting everyone in the picture. Luis shared and then asked me to say something! He had used the verses such as children are a heritage and leaving an inheritance for the generations. I started in Spanish on the power of family (helping each other, protecting one another, praying with one another, etc.) and then Luis helped translate the rest. We had soda, cookies, and even some cake. After the party, we visited with a couple of families in their homes. I took way too many pictures of the view of the mountains and setting sun, but it was just so awesomely beautiful there.
In Zambrano, Luis’ friends handed out physical food as an added blessing to their ‘spiritual’ food (word of God in the class). We are very grateful for our truck because we are able to transport people to and from class (at least from and to our house) which saves them a good 30 minute walk.
In Las Botijas, we began with prayer and songs. A man had a banjo that had a guitar neck and strings on it (Kjell calls it a banjarra [guitarra + banjo] or a guitanjo). Kjell says he was playing the right chords, but because the instrument had the wrong type of strings, it was really out of tune. He was very passionate, but we have to find that man a real guitar. After that, Luis put us on the spot by separating the kids, the youth, and the adults. Luis’ friends, Mayra, and Carolina sang, played, and did a lesson with the kids. Kjell and Luis ministered to the youth. Kjell shared a message in Spanish. And I went with Henry and the adults. After Henry shared his message, I shared a little bit on Psalm 139 all in Spanish. Luckily, Henry understood what I was trying to say and was able to reiterate it for me. We handed out some physical food as well. I love how thankful the people in Las Botijas are.
Futbol (see pictures)
Almost every Friday, Kjell plays fast soccer, like indoor soccer (called futbolito) at the canchita. He is on a team with his friend that owns the hardware store in town. At first, they had some 'older' guys on their team and half way through the game, they would get really tired. Kjell has come home with black eyes and fat lips, whether from a lack of defense or just a tough game. The last few weeks though, they have added some new, 'younger', guys. I like to call them 'shooters' (players that will actually shoot to score goals). One of the guys, Japheth, was in one of my English classes and he is a very good asset to the team.
Two weeks ago, our team won by 13 points and we had a good defense, but I broke my pinky finger [later finding out that the pinkie sustained a ligament injury]. Sometimes finger jams come from hitting the ball a certain way, but this time it was from another player kicking my finger as I jumped on the ball. Last Friday night, I wrapped my left pinkie in duct tape, popsicle sticks, and thick pieces of rubber (from the sole of a shoe), plus a thick hose taped to the outside of my goalie glove and finished off with large amounts of duct tape. During the game, the pinkie was quite safe and secure, I was playing confidently and sure. Then, a ball came in my area, shot off the wall, bouncing in the air at chest level. The opposing player, with his back to me, prepared to kick the ball so I jumped over, reached my hand out and knocked the ball away. His kick, however, was still in motion and it connected squarely with my hand, specifically my thumb. I yelled and walked into my goal, clutching my hand. All the players ran over and someone told me to take off my glove which revealed a very disfigured thumb. All I thought was, "what an inconvenience!" I knew it needed more than a popsicle stick and tape. So, we went to a friend's house (she's an EMT) to see if she could set it, but she thought getting an X-ray first was the best option. She splinted it and that night I didn't sleep much at all as I had to keep my hand up and every so often a throbbing pain would awaken me.
Saturday, we went to the hospital emergency room. After some X-rays, I was brought in the operating room to get anesthesia and get the bones set back in place. The part that hurts the most is my throat. Yes, I said my throat. When you are anethesticized, they inabate you (put a tube down your throat so you breathe properly). Well, the person who inabated me must have been new because my throat is raw and sore, the uvela is fat and obstructive. Very wierd and painful. The thumb is fine, just a little sore.