Once upon a time, four years ago, a group of students embarked on a journey to the unknowns of Honduras. For the local people they had never seen a group of
“gringos” stop in their village before, so when these students arrived many just stared at them from a distance, skeptical of the motivations of these young travelers. So the students began to play with kids, offer medical supplies to the hurting, and build homes to provide better circumstances for families. These things however were not the purpose of their travels. No their purpose was something infinitely more. To glorify the name of God. As they flew home, they couldn’t help but wonder if a difference was even made. If there was any purpose really to what they did. There was one girl from the team, who had the honor to go back year after year. As time passed, children were more friendly, people less skeptical, more open to the truth that was shared. And after four years of wondering, this girl saw what many people never get to see...the fruit.
Even as I write this, tears are welling in my eyes because of what is taking place i
n Honduras. In the village of San Pedrito, the name of Christ is flourishing. They now have a full time pastor living in town, and in a nearby village where there is no pastor, men are being sent as missionaries from San Pedrito. This year, as we pounded the final nail into the roof of a freshly built church, we opened the doors to a medical clinic to meet the physical needs in the very place spiritual needs will be met in the future. I love what God is doing, and I feel honored to be a part of what is happening.






