Sunday, April 19, 2009

Group hike to La Muralla

The other day Claire and I led a hike to some nearby waterfalls for the group of 18 Canadian high schoolers/leaders that's here for 2 months.  Since we had never been there before, we were a bit unsure of our navigational skills, but eventually we hopped across a river and walked up the boulders to an absolutely beautiful spot where there were tall rocky walls, hanging vines, crystal clear water, and a 20 ft waterfall (didn't bring my camera up there -- darn!)...I never cease to be amazed by the beauty of this country.
Unfortunately, Claire is leaving this coming weekend to return to Louisiana (I frequently make fun of her Creole/southern heritage) so she can pursue studies in medical school, hopefully in New Orleans.  It's been great having her around for the past couple months, helping out in the clinic, trying my weird recipes, leaving the lights on, assisting in scorpion massacres, and wandering around the Honduran countryside with me...I will really miss her!

TD Christian High School


Most of my time in the past two months has been planning for and interacting with the group that's been staying in the HHIM dormitory, which is across the yard from our house.  We been visiting and hiking to lots of schools in the area to distribute toothbrushes, toothpaste, band-aids, alcohol wipes, anti-parasite medication and children's vitamins (when they're available).  The group has also painted 3 murals since they got here, one of which is shown above at a elementary school in a village called Los Limpios.  It was about a 2 hour hike, one-way, with all the paint for the school exterior and the mural along with the other materials.  Just a side note -- we frequently see patients from this village, which cannot be easily reached by car when the river is high).  During the walk back to Rio Viejo, I thought about the patients who make the walk to the clinic when they are very sick, or the mothers who carry their little babies the whole way, usually with other children in tow...brought a new perspective to this very rural area.
On the urban level, one Saturday a youth group from the large nearby city of La Ceiba come up to have a picnic, swim in the river and get to know the Canadian group from Toronto District Christian High School.  The kids played group games which were easy to explain in limited Spanish and got them to interact with each other.
This picture is of two of the three guys who live across the street from the clinic in the dormitory of the administrators of Instituto El Rey, where I teach English.  All 3 boys are unable to live at home because of sad and unfortunate circumstances, and because of support from the States, they can live here and get a top notch education at a Christian high school.  Their names are Elmer and Jeremias (Jeremiah in English) and they're great to have around.  The boys from the TD group have been inviting them to our weekday worship service and playing frisbee and soccer with them -- I'm sure they'll be missed when the group returns to Canada this week!

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

La Unica Razon (The Only Reason)

La unica razon de mi adoracion 

eres tu mi Jesus

Mi unico motivo para vivir 

eres tu mi señor

Mi unica verdad esta en ti

tu eres mi luz y mi salvacion

Mi unico amor eres tu señor

y por siempre te alabare


Tu eres todo poderoso

eres grande y majestuoso

eres fuerte, invensible

y no hay nadie como tu





Monday, April 13, 2009

Rios de Agua Viva

"Todo el que beba de esta agua volverá a tener sed 

—respondió Jesús— 

pero el que beba del agua que yo le daré, 

no volverá a tener sed jamás, 

sino que dentro de él esa agua se convertirá en un 

manantial del que brotará vida eterna."




Friday, April 3, 2009

HP video



(Lyrics from a song by Waterdeep)


The backdrop of mountains

Cuts into the sky

Is it there to protect

Or entrap the ones inside

The quiet village 

Is full of tired brows

And strips of farmland

Fight it out with the farmers


In the night

The roosters crow with hunger

Wind brings dust instead of rain

Brought with thunder


As I hold your dirty hand

All that I can say to you

Is in the awkward smile I make

I can’t explain why I came

To this distant land

And your simple smile 

Have touch my soul

But I can’t help

Love you and know

That you have all you need


And as I look into your face

I see hope and not disgrace

The strength that carries you along

The rugged road you travel on


As we go our separate ways

Can be sure that I have changed

Because I have seen the way you live