There are simply no words to describe how hot I am today. After overcoming an epic migraine I slept until 5:45 when I was awoken by an unfortunate sounding dog. We got up to head to a local school across the river, but school was not in session today due to an ongoing nationwide teacher strike. Education in Central America is very different from anything I’ve experienced. In the areas I visited a sixth grade education is required, but rarely achieved and even more rarely exceeded. This teacher strike, which had been going on for several weeks, prevented children from going to school at all, and forced many teens to the streets in protest. We drove through a large peaceful street protest where it became blatantly obvious how much Hondurans want education and how much their government has failed them.
Instead of the school we went to visit Adelaida, who we believe is now 97. Adelaida has worked with Cristo Salva since its conception about 20 years ago. She is well-known throughout Macuelizo for her spirituality. She has written books on her various trials from losing her family to floating on a board in her flooded city for 3 days. There is nothing she loves more than prayer. She prayed for us and was inexpressibly grateful for our presence, as always. I got to go inside her house this time and see her home. Though small, it was beautiful. I also have a new BFF, and by BFF I mean an older male who likes to stand very close to me and whisper in my ear for long periods of time. His name is Charlie and he’s Adelaida’s son. Missions often means getting out of your comfort zone, and more often means sacrificing your personal bubble and abandoning everything you once deemed as appropriate social behavior.
We then went to a bilingual school (Morning Star), which made me feel stupid because most of the kids could speak more English and Spanish than I could either. Jen, who moved from Massachusetts to Honduras, works at the school. She has a two-year contract as a volunteer and is barely making it financially. But she trusts that God has brought her to Morning Star for a good reason, and she has no doubts that he will prosper her and give her a future.
We then returned to the farm to pack food bags. I packed Maseca (tortilla flour), which was an epic disaster. It was everywhere. Everywhere. We delivered the food to several families, who gladly welcomed us in. However, a highlight of my trip occurred during the break.
The farm is covered with incredibly unfortunate looking birds, called guineas. These guineas sound about as bad as they look, making a sound similar to that of a rusty swing.
Mr. Ray: (jokingly) Those birds need some WD-40
Brian goes to the cabinet & grabs a bottle of something
Brian: Will this work?
Mr. Ray: (again, obviously joking) Sure!
Brian then proceeded to run outside and chase the guineas, covering them in termite foam. This was obviously damaging to the guineas. Moral of the story: native birds will not be silenced by poisonous sprays.
We ended the night at Gladys’s church, which is the home church of the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen. He very well may be perfect, except for the fact that it would be kind of long distance & doesn’t speak English. Oh well.