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We drive to St. Louis tonight around 10, stay at First Baptist Ferguson, and then fly to Miami at 6am. From Miami, we fly to Tegucigalpa, and should arrive at 11am (EST), then drive to Choluteca from there. As usual, our internet access will be hit or miss. Hopefully I’ll get to post at least once from Cholu. We’ll be in Honduras from March 26 – April 4
Still working the bugs out of the new app. Sorry for all . . . → Read More: Testing Just trying out a new app that will hopefully allow me to post by I came across this post on Twitter yesterday, and felt it did a good job of expressing the thoughts of someone returning from a 3rd world country… Out of Africa I don’t know who I am. It’s a startling realization to not recognize yourself: My own voice sounds hollow. My eyes hold a distant stare, remembering all I’ve seen in Africa this past week. My thoughts keep me awake at night. Just days after I returned, I found my husband carefully watching me. "I don’t feel like I know you," he said softly, beckoning. "I don’t feel like I know me either," I said. And I cried. A few songs to get you in the mood… "Choluteca, Hot as Hecka" – John Drage I’ve been hearing that there’s a pretty bad heat wave going on in Honduras right now. As it is, Choluteca is the second hottest city in the country, but El Nino is doing some interesting things, and it’s been super hot recently. The forecast today in Cholu is 104 degrees. That’s hot, people! Hopefully the worst of it will pass before we get there, but no guarantees on that. So please be prepared. This section of chapter nine of "The Hole in Our Gospel" by Richard Stearns (president of World Vision) describes very well why I continue to go back to Honduras year after year, and why I encourage other people to go. "I have to confess to you that I, too, struggle to mourn over these kids as if they were my own. Becoming the president of World Vision didn’t turn me into Teresa of Calcutta. It is altogether possible for me to do my job at World Vision with a sense of emotional detachment. I can sit in meetings all day, review financial statements, attend chapel at eleven o’clock on Wednesdays, and even write a book about the poor, without my heart burning every moment with sadness., Like most Americans, I can get easily distracted by the details of my own life and family.” |
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