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We had been in contact with several ministries as we were putting together a
container to send to Peru to help the earthquake survivors. Hurricane Felix
turned into a category 5 for the second time, just before it made landfall.
The majority of damage that was done in Honduras was due to the large amounts
of rain that fell and caused mass flooding. Steve Ewing from Compassionate
Alliance was on the ground helping get things moving as they have several
ministries that they support on a regular basis. Steve contacted me and asked if I
could come to Honduras and help him with the relief efforts.
I agreed and I headed out with Steve and Dave from CA and Scott Jager from
Christian Contractors Association. There were some minor glitches getting to
Miami and Dave had to stay behind with some luggage.
We all met up in Honduras and headed to a medical clinic where we would be
headquartered. We immediately purchased some rice and beans and began putting
them into family-sized bags for distribution.
Later that day we headed to a few flooded areas and passed out some of our family
bags. We worked with some locals from the mission's that Steve worked with.
This gave us great opportunity to share the Gospel with those we met.
The next day preparations were being made for us to head into the Mosquito
Coast, a very remote area of Honduras that I have visited several times in the past
with Paul Benham of Living Waters of Central America, a ministry that installs
water wells, among other things, for the poor indigenous people in the area.
We spent some time doing repairs at the clinic where we were staying and visited a
local Christian school that was supported by Compassionate Alliance. Steve had
gotten some bad news from back home and needed to go back as soon as possible.
He hated to leave us, but his family needed him and we had enough local help and
instruction from Steve that we could carry on as the Lord would have us!
Steve took off early the next morning and we began the trek of a lifetime! Our
journey began with a long day of traveling. The roads started out paved, but ended
up full of pot holes and mostly dirt. We found a little church that would allow us
to sleep inside and made it to dinner just in time before a bad rain started. I had
eaten some bad chicken on the way down and was starting to get pretty sick.
We awoke early in the morning and continued our journey by truck. Whatever I
had was getting worse! We were loaded down with bags of rice and beans and there
were six of us traveling in a small pickup!
We reached the end of the road and got in a long, narrow boat hand-carved out of
a tree. We loaded all of our supplies and headed down river. We got to a place
called "Devil's Hole" and we were instructed to get out of the boat so that the
captain could maneuver through the area. We walked about a mile and he picked
us up on the other side.
Once back in the boat we continued down river and eventually finished our boat
ride. We had to climb up a steep cliff and arrived at some type of mountain farm.
From there we loaded up pack mules and got on horses to begin our trip into the
mountains with supplies. I continued to feel worse and worse, but we needed to
press on.
We just made it to the first church to drop off food when it started pouring down
rain again. This was a blessing to me because I was able to get some extra rest.
As soon as it stopped raining we continued on. It was quite a trek as we forged
rivers that were almost deeper than the height of our horses. We rode on trails on
the side of cliffs, sometimes even slipping a little as we continued going further
into the mountains.
Finally we reached our destination. We rarely saw anyone or passed any houses or
farms. The homes were quite spread out but the people came to church each
weekend. We took the food to a couple of churches. When the people came to
church they would receive the food supplies. The food was probably enough to feed
family for a week-not a lot but it certainly helped them in their time of need.
We got up the next morning and did the trip backwards. I was still feeling bad, but
was getting over it.
Not speaking any Spanish, it was hard for me to communicate to the people we
came in contact with, but we were able to be Jesus' hands and feet, and the locals
we traveled with were able to share the Gospel with others.
Continue to pray for these people as they have a rough life whether or not there
are any storms that come their way. It was truly a blessing and an awesome
opportunity for me to be part of this adventure, even though I was not feeling as
well as I wished!
container to send to Peru to help the earthquake survivors. Hurricane Felix
turned into a category 5 for the second time, just before it made landfall.
The majority of damage that was done in Honduras was due to the large amounts
of rain that fell and caused mass flooding. Steve Ewing from Compassionate
Alliance was on the ground helping get things moving as they have several
ministries that they support on a regular basis. Steve contacted me and asked if I
could come to Honduras and help him with the relief efforts.
I agreed and I headed out with Steve and Dave from CA and Scott Jager from
Christian Contractors Association. There were some minor glitches getting to
Miami and Dave had to stay behind with some luggage.
We all met up in Honduras and headed to a medical clinic where we would be
headquartered. We immediately purchased some rice and beans and began putting
them into family-sized bags for distribution.
Later that day we headed to a few flooded areas and passed out some of our family
bags. We worked with some locals from the mission's that Steve worked with.
This gave us great opportunity to share the Gospel with those we met.
The next day preparations were being made for us to head into the Mosquito
Coast, a very remote area of Honduras that I have visited several times in the past
with Paul Benham of Living Waters of Central America, a ministry that installs
water wells, among other things, for the poor indigenous people in the area.
We spent some time doing repairs at the clinic where we were staying and visited a
local Christian school that was supported by Compassionate Alliance. Steve had
gotten some bad news from back home and needed to go back as soon as possible.
He hated to leave us, but his family needed him and we had enough local help and
instruction from Steve that we could carry on as the Lord would have us!
Steve took off early the next morning and we began the trek of a lifetime! Our
journey began with a long day of traveling. The roads started out paved, but ended
up full of pot holes and mostly dirt. We found a little church that would allow us
to sleep inside and made it to dinner just in time before a bad rain started. I had
eaten some bad chicken on the way down and was starting to get pretty sick.
We awoke early in the morning and continued our journey by truck. Whatever I
had was getting worse! We were loaded down with bags of rice and beans and there
were six of us traveling in a small pickup!
We reached the end of the road and got in a long, narrow boat hand-carved out of
a tree. We loaded all of our supplies and headed down river. We got to a place
called "Devil's Hole" and we were instructed to get out of the boat so that the
captain could maneuver through the area. We walked about a mile and he picked
us up on the other side.
Once back in the boat we continued down river and eventually finished our boat
ride. We had to climb up a steep cliff and arrived at some type of mountain farm.
From there we loaded up pack mules and got on horses to begin our trip into the
mountains with supplies. I continued to feel worse and worse, but we needed to
press on.
We just made it to the first church to drop off food when it started pouring down
rain again. This was a blessing to me because I was able to get some extra rest.
As soon as it stopped raining we continued on. It was quite a trek as we forged
rivers that were almost deeper than the height of our horses. We rode on trails on
the side of cliffs, sometimes even slipping a little as we continued going further
into the mountains.
Finally we reached our destination. We rarely saw anyone or passed any houses or
farms. The homes were quite spread out but the people came to church each
weekend. We took the food to a couple of churches. When the people came to
church they would receive the food supplies. The food was probably enough to feed
family for a week-not a lot but it certainly helped them in their time of need.
We got up the next morning and did the trip backwards. I was still feeling bad, but
was getting over it.
Not speaking any Spanish, it was hard for me to communicate to the people we
came in contact with, but we were able to be Jesus' hands and feet, and the locals
we traveled with were able to share the Gospel with others.
Continue to pray for these people as they have a rough life whether or not there
are any storms that come their way. It was truly a blessing and an awesome
opportunity for me to be part of this adventure, even though I was not feeling as
well as I wished!
and if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry and satisfy the needs of the oppressed, then your light will rise in the
darkness, and your night will become like the noonday. Isaiah 58:10
darkness, and your night will become like the noonday. Isaiah 58:10
