People often ask us why do we want to live in Honduras. We have tried to explain the many reasons that we feel called to Honduras. Ever since the first time we came in 1997 we have felt a deep connection to the people of this country. We don't know why. We have tried to analyze and rationalize but it just comes down to the fact that we feel that God has placed a calling in our hearts and we had to answer. We don't how long we will be here or exactly what God's plan is for our lives. We are stepping out on faith and we know that he will lead.

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We were riding the bus down the mountain named El Hatillo with a small group of about 20 people. April in Honduras can be beautiful. The sky was bright blue with crisp white clouds and the temperature was just right for working outside. The flowers were blooming in a riot of reds and purples; they were climbing fences and spilling over walls. Multitudes of trees were dropping flowers of orange and purple to be scattered by the wind. The day just felt new and bright. We were all excited to be headed down into the city and the mood on the bus was lighthearted and jovial. As we sat at a stop sign I looked out of the window and noticed a man shuffling down the sidewalk. He was an elderly man, his body thin, his clothing worn, but clean. He had a tattered hat on his head and a wooden staff to lean upon. His face was full of so much life. His face was not animated with life, but rather lined and weather with life. It seems to have been a hard life. As he walked he carried a small burlap bag on his back. His walk was more of a shuffle and he leaned heavily on his walking stick. His posture was stooped and his back permanently hunched over. I assume from years of carrying heavy burdens. Looking at this man brought an ache to my heart. It also brought a thought to my mind. We are all like this man in so many ways. The burdens we carry are not physical burdens but spiritual burdens. We let ourselves be weighed down with sin and then just shuffle through this life becoming more and more hunched over, leaning on physical crutches, just living one step at a time, not looking forward, but down. We don't have to live like this. There is someone who wants to lift our burdens off our shoulders. There is someone who wants us to lean on him. There is someone who wants us to look forward. Forward to a life that will know no pain and sorrow. Jesus is that someone. He took all of our burdens. We need to let go and let him carry them, lean on him, and look up to him. I know that that man on the street took no notice of a bus waiting at a stop sign, but in him I took notice of Jesus.


come to me all of you who are weary and burdened, and I will give

you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am

gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest

for your souls. For my yoke is easy

and my burden light.

Matt. 11:28-30 niv