I didn’t know really know what this short trip to Honduras would entail. It has been so long since I have been here.
I don’t think I have ever prayed for something like I have for this country, this team, and this week.
I also don’t think I have ever been as overwhelmed as I was in the months leading up to this trip.
I have struggled for a long time with the idea of a “mission trip.” How can I expect to come to a country as the rich North American who loves on kids and builds relationships--- coming in like some kind of savior, then leaving seven days later? It just doesn’t feel right, more than that I feel like it is pretty counterproductive.
My prayer for this team has been that God would humble each of us no matter what it takes—that we will come here as servants.
Jesus deserves more honor and glory than we could ever give, but it says in Matthew that “Jesus came to serve, not to be served.” If that was Jesus’ mindset, then how much lower should we bring ourselves?
Feb 21 is one of the poorest, most gang-controlled neighborhoods in Tegucigalpa, Honduras. Sixty-nine kids come to the POI church each day to hear the gospel receive a hot meal which for many of them, it is their only meal for the day.
As our team drove up the dirty, unpaved hills to the program, our they looked at the poverty in awe and brokenness. My heart broke for the people I saw in every direction.
When we arrived I watched each of them begin to pour out every bit of love they had on these children that were hungry for so much more than rice, beans and tortillas.
The children clung to our teammates as they shared the story of Mephibosheth, Jonathan's handicapped cousin whom David lavished with love despite his brokenness.
What a beautiful picture it was of each of these children who mean so little in the eyes of the world—who seem to have so little to give because of their poverty and lack of privilege, but whom Christ lavishes with love. James 2:5 says, Has not God chosen those who are poor in the eyes of the world to be rich in faith and to inherit the kingdom he promised those who love him?
My heart breaks at the sight of this terrible poverty. I can barely hold back tears when I see a barefoot child, a hungry mother, or a hopeless man. But despite all the terrible poverty, there is something beautiful—the way people welcome us into their homes and the sweet dirty children that give sloppy kisses and tight hugs.
Mark 12:44 says, “They gave out of their wealth, but out of her poverty, she gave everything she had to live on.” This is my prayer that I will learn what it means to give not out of my excess, but until it hurts. To give all I have to give.