This post is for everyone, of course, but goes dedicated to my family, as it will most likely mean the most to them. The most of the post. Okay....I will now stop being ridiculous...
33 years ago marked the start of a journey that my parents embarked upon which took them down wild roads they most likely never dreamed of encountering. By a direction only God could give, they ended up fresh out of Spanish language school smack in the middle of a people and culture they knew nothing about, but had the heart to embrace fully. They had two little tow heads tagging along catching the rapt attention of anyone they passed, being admired for their bright yellow hair and blue eyes. They were in Honduras, and they were there with a mission: To share the good news of God's love and redemption for man. Now. Where to start? They knew no one. My Dad, being the great lover of sports that he is and a talented athlete, decided to join any and every sports team he could. Even a soccer team, which he had never been a part of. They made him the goalie, because he was bigger than anyone else that had ever, or would ever step foot on the field. He played soccer, baseball, basketball, golf, bowling....who knows what else. I'm sure he would have surfed if there'd been a beach close by. He played and he played well, and soon became well known around the city, making friends wherever he went. My mom, being the talented baker that she is, concocted delicious cakes and treats and soon they were hosting get-togethers and Bible studies in their home with all of their new friends. Over the years, these gatherings blossomed into what would later end up being one large city church, five village churches, a Bible institute, and a Christian Bilingual school. And three more tow heads were added into the mix...me being the cutest of all. Hee.
Part of our trip to Honduras a few weeks ago was to celebrate the 33rd Anniversary of the large city church, and my parents, who now live in the States United, were invited to come and be a part of the celebration. It was so exciting to witness so much of the fruit that God has produced through their lives and everyone else that has been involved over the years. I think it would be safe to say that thousands of people have been touched or changed in some way through what God has done through my parents. What an awesome heritage to have and what a standard to live up to! Thanks Mom and Dad, for being such a solid example of faithfulness, love, generosity and selflessness.
Yeah, I know. A very blurry picture. But hey now, there was a lot of movement going on in the kids section!
Don Allan is the pastor who is leading the church
4 comments:
Gracias, Chelita, por tantos bellos recuerdos!
Gracias, Sarita. I miss them all so much. They made our years there wonderful, because they were so appreciative of God's love and redemption. Their focus on family and reaching out with the gospel to others makes them so beautiful. I'm forever grateful for the changes wrought in me through them, and for their imprint on each one of us.
Mom
De nada...bueno...de mi corazón. = ]
The legacy...the heritage...all the things that make up each one of us. And yet as we saw and heard, things change. They are constantly changing, and those who do not adapt get left behind.
It certainly was nice to remember old times, but it was even more exciting to see how God has used us to usher in what is going on in Honduras today. How fabulous to see God using what were once little kids running around all over the place, who are now older teens and adults serving in the Lord's ministry! How fantastic it is to have our own kids serving the Lord in different ways and venues!! How awesome is the God we serve!!!
Dad
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