Honduras. Part 3
Honduras. Part 3
Hola mi amigos.
So my first day went something like this.
I woke up to what sounded like an angry mob in the courtyard/basketball court outside the apartment I’m staying at. Come to find out it was simply a large group from El Savidor who are here for a Crisio Convention. I slept in all the way until 7AM which is almost mid-morning for the Missioners. I met Erica and we headed to Mass at the local Parish which is on the same block where we live. The priest apparently gave a very entertaining homily… although I wasn’t sure what he was talking about until Erica told me later. Luckily she’d given me a handy “English to Spanish” guide for the Mass so I was able to participate.
After Mass we went to downtown Comayagua to the Cathedral and some shops around the town square. Two of Erica’s friends who are teachers down here met us for lunch at a place called Coyotes y Tuna. I’ve decided it must be like the Honduran Applebees… only less random crap hanging on the walls. From there we headed back to Casa de Guadalupe, where I am staying, to prepare for the evening.
Erica is in charge of a group of 12-16 year old girls called “La Rosas.” She mentors them and teaches them about all areas of what being a woman of God is all about. This was the last meeting for the year and so Erica arranged for a special dinner for the girls which boys from the neighborhood would serve them. Erica asked if I would share my testimony with the girls and how important it was for them to know that God loves them and how they deserve to be treated with respect. So with Daniel, my translator extraordinaire, I was able to share a little bit about how God has worked in that area of my life. If you’re interested in hearing my story, let me know, I’d be happy to share.
After dinner, we took the truck to drive some of the local girls home because the areas around here are not very safe to be alone in. In fact, my first rule that I had to commit to memory is NEVER walk alone. The second and equally important, don’t drink the water. And third and most interesting, don’t flush the toilet paper, throw it away. It may seem a little gross, but not as gross as an entire sanitation system backing up because of a little tissue.
When we got back, the Franciscan Friars of the Renewal (CFR’s) who run Casa de Guadalupe asked us to stay for a screening of the movie “Bella”. If you have not had the chance to see it yet, I HIGHLY recommend it. Please, please, please go see it. We sat outside in the courtyard and watched it projected on one of the walls of the building.
At that point it was time to head to bed. And so here I bid you farewell until tomorrow.
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