At times the mission field feels so, SO big and I feel so, So small. I’ve only got two hands and two feet and boy o boy is there a lot of need here. In this line of ‘work’ we are constantly interacting with other organizations all working towards the same goal: meeting the needs of surrendered and abandoned children in Honduras and trying to alleviating the impacts of poverty, abuse, and neglect. This is not easy. We meet people that are here for different lengths of time, have different service projects, yet choose to love wholeheartedly the child in front of them.
It’s difficult to capture photos of collaborative efforts. It’s not always safe to whip out a smart phone and snap away. So, instead I’ll show you some amazing images of this beautiful country that I’ve caught on camera.
Over the past year, I’ve had the amazing opportunity to experience the work of several organizations and churches. Some work in the bordos (very poor neighborhoods) teaching skills to young men and women and offering opportunity for work placement. Some provide homes for young men living on the street, offering an opportunity to get clean from addictions. Some care for babies and toddlers while in transition to avoid placement into children’s homes. Some work directly with the Honduran government to improve policies and procedures for domestic and international adoptions. Some drive around the city passing out food and hygiene products to the homeless. Some provide church to the homeless. Some host medical brigades that provide surgical practices not available in the country. Some visit the public hospitals, places very destitute where hopelessness is painted on the faces of many awaiting medical care.
A by-product of collaboration is community. Sharing in unique and sometimes traumatic experiences often deepens your relationships. Common bonds develop as you stand side by side and pray over babies and pregnant mothers in the public hospital. Friendships form as you sit and talk over coffee about how to provide education to kids living in bordos or on the street. Like-minded conversations about meeting needs happen as you sit on a 2nd story balcony overlooking a futbol practice in a children’s home. The ‘I know’ look is shared between two adults as they use their body weights to hold down a 4-year-old boy with Leukemia who had just received a spinal tap without anesthesia.
I am continually astounded at the heights, depths, and lengths that many organizations go through to meet needs. Resources are often limited and funds are always low. Sometimes it feels like there isn’t a band-aid big enough to stop the traumatic effects of poverty. And it’s only when you’re in the boat together, that you look around and find comfort in knowing you’re not alone. Answering the call to serve in this capacity is, by far, one of the greatest and challenging movements of my faith. I didn’t know how big our God was until I moved to this small country. I didn’t know how resourceful I could be until I depended on Him to provide. I didn’t know how big the gap was until I stood in it with my fellow brothers and sisters. I didn’t know how far God walked through my brokenness to save me until he called me to walk through brokenness to show His love to others. It is a good thing I’m not alone.