An Autumn Morning

October 29, 2008

This morning as I left my house for a 5:45AM run, it actually felt like autumn. There was a delicious chill in the air, thanks to the cold front hovering over Honduras. But alas although I love being able to wear a long-sleeve shirt, I cannot completely rejoice in the cold front because it is also brining rain, something we do not need more of. Today's front page of the paper showed two school buses stuck in the middle of a river with workers trapped inside. Thankfully they were all rescued from the buses but the damage from the rains continues to rise. Missionary friends in the area of Santa Rosa de Copan told of a mountain commnity where the farmers (that were already poor but had enough to survive and feed their families) have now lost everything. There is a family of 12 with no place to live since their house is about to slide down the mountain. On Sunday I learned that my church is going to coordinate some relief efforts in that area and distribute food and clothes. It is time for me to go through my wardrobe and give away a good portion of it, especially since I have many clothes that I do not even wear.

When I think about food, I feel bad too. I have so much food and if I lack some item for a recipe, I can run to the store and get it (actually drive). With my efforts to lower my cholesterol, I have been trying to eat healthier but often times that means more expensive foods since I look for whole grains, etc... . When I think of what I spend on food and how easily that would feed those who right now have nothing, I wonder if I should stop being so concerned about what I eat. So many questions and so many areas to examine in my life and habits.

My trips to and from camp this past weekend went smoothly in spite of muddy roads and I was not stopped at any police checkpoints either. I am currently debating whether I must leave the country so that my PA Driver's license holds value in Honduras once again or if I will be okay as is. The Williamson's had trouble in the past when there were in the in between stages of receiving residency and simply renewing their visa in the country every month. Supposedly my license is not valid because I have been in Honduras for over 90 days. The problem is that I cannot get a license without residency and I have been waiting for over a year on the latter. It is a catch 22 and the system does not seem to provide a way to drive legally, shy of leaving the country every 90 days -- a rather expensive endeavor. I am praying that I can make it until Christmas without a problem when I will leave and buy myself another 90 days. If, within the next week, I realize the driving will be an issue perhaps my sister and I can take a long road trip to Costa Rica or Belize. But that is a lot of traveling for her so I hope I do not have to resort to that.

Sheltered...

October 25, 2008

That is how I feel today. The Honduran newspaper says that the president of Honduras has declared a National Emergency because of the number of areas flooded and roads destroyed due to the 10 days of rain. As of today they are reporting 33 deaths, 14 missing, 55,000 evacuated, and 28,747 people who have lost their homes. And yet I have still seen nothing of the extensive flooding and damage all across the country. I had hoped to go with my roommate Emily and her work, the Samaritan's Purse, today as they distributed food to the displaced persons. But at 7:00AM she called her boss only to discover that there was no room in the vehicles. And so I stayed in the city and baked bread, made phone calls, and ran other errands. I have yet to ever really see the immediate after effects of a natural disaster. When I was in Honduras in 1999 after Hurricane Mitch, I did not arrive until 3 months after the tragedy. The past few days it has been hard to do my camp work and other things knowing that just a little ways outside of the city people are suffering. Perhaps I needed to try and find other contacts who could have helped me find a relief organization to participate with, but I did not really know where to turn. I am thankful for this day though and the opportunity to catch up with dear friends and to prepare for the upcoming week.

And yesterday I had breakfast with a woman from the Spanish church which was great. It ended up being a day of mostly Spanish. It was neat to hear her testimony of how God worked in her family's life and brought her husband to salvation after her many years of praying. She testified loudly to God's work in her life and she is encouraging women in similar situations. Since I have a friend here with a similar marriage, it was good to hear from her some ways that I can reach out and encourage my friend. All in all it has been a good week for me though I still hurt for those around me.

Sunshine at Last!

October 23, 2008

I have finally made it back to the city and the world of communication. Having been isolated out at camp, all I knew of the rains was what I could see in camp and on the roads around there. I just read a report though from Tuesday which shows the severity of the rains. To read more about the 10 days of rain here in Honduras, go to: Read More... I am sure that as I read the Honduras news sites I will learn more too. Thankfully we have had no rain since Tuesday evening and so rivers are going down and roads drying up.

I will write more later but for now I have 100's (not quite) of errands to accomplish around the city, including license and insurance issues so I must hurry off.

You Know You Are In A Tropical Depression When...

October 17, 2008

Yesterday I decided that yes, I am in a tropical depression. And by depression I do not mean emotionally depressed but rather a depression of unending rain. Too many days of constant rain (or heat for that matter) could cause other types of depression too. When yesterday morning dawned with more steady rainfall (it had been raining since 1:00PM on Tuesday) I decided that I still had to find a way to get some exercise. And so I began to run up and down the stairs. Running the stairs, jumping jacks, and cleaning the house may be my new exercise routine. Yesterday around noon I was fooled into thinking that perhaps the depression had lifted and I hung out clothes to dry but alas the rain returned shortly thereafter. This morning the rain stopped around 5:30AM but I am not so sure it will stay away. Thankfully this depression has also brought much cooler temperatures. The other sign of living in a tropical depression...opening the fridge door and seeing a mosquito which you promptly kill.

The beginning of this week I was out at camp and as I was walking from one side of camp to the other, I got delayed watching and listening to the many birds that were fluttering about. Once again my books did not reveal the actual species but there were some beautiful ones. On my way to camp I saw a beautiful double rainbow hovering over Pinalejo and camp. I was able to spend some good time with Evelyn out at camp. We shared breakfast on my last morning there and exchanged the Bible verses that we were memorizing. Monday afternoon after work we played soccer with some of the other staff . I had not played soccer for months so it was good to play once again.

The Light Sometimes Dawns

October 10, 2008

Last evening I stopped by the supermarket after an hour and a half of sitting (with a book and journal thankfully) waiting for someone to meet me to discuss some work. For once I had plastic bags in my car so I grabbed a handful of them with the intention of using them instead of getting new ones at the store. Just as I was about to walk through the doors, the guard stopped me and motioning to my bags, told me that I needed to leave them outside. I explained that I was bringing them with me so that I could put my groceries in them and not get new ones. The man just gave me a look and said (more or less) "But there are already bags in there." Yes, of course I knew that. I tried to patiently explain that I have too many plastic bags at my house and I want to recycle these. The guy still did not get it and wanted me to leave the bags outside. Finally he said that I could take them inside and leave them with the bagger. My thought was, "Great I get to try and explain myself to another person." The boy inside kind of gave me a look too but he did not protest.

I proceeded to do my shopping and returned to checkout. I no longer saw my bags with the boy which either meant he used them for previous customers or they ended up in the trash. I did not have the heart to ask because I was already too frustrated. Recycling or reusing something is so foreign to many people down here.

There has been some exciting progress though with the church that owns the camp. The other week I was at a staff meeting at the church and the pastor brought up the topic of stewardship and our response to the issues in the environment. He asked us what we could specifically do to have care for creation. I eventually spoke up and mentioned refraining from the use of plastic or styrofoam plates out at camp. All of the camp's trash goes down to Pinalejo and gets burned which means lots of chemicals and toxins are geting released into the air. I have been trying for a long while to encourage the use of paper products (which sadly are much more expensive down here) or the plastic, washable plates that the camp has in the kitchen.

The pastor caught on this time and when he was visiting the camp over the weekend he mentioned to various people in the kitchen that PIER (the church) would no longer be using plastic or styrofoam. The excitement of this small success was a bit dampened though because as the group pulled out on the bus Saturday afternoon, three plastic bottles were pitched out the windows. One person saw my horrified look and acted as if it had slipped but I knew the reality. People simply do not think about the effects of their actions. It takes so much time to change what has become a way of life -- throw your trash wherever you want, as long as it is not inconvenient for yourself. I need to remember to be excited and encouraged by the small steps of progress because change takes time.

The Invasions Continue

October 7, 2008

Invasions seem to be the theme of the past three days. Saturday it was the biting ants. Sunday I had to chase cows off of camp...again. I left my run to get my key so that I could unlock the gate and find a helper. My helper ended up being a nine year old boy, Ronnie. We split up and I went to unlock the gate but then I discovered that we has nowhere to be seen. He later told me her forgot about the cows when he found a nance tree (a fruit that grows all over camp). He eventually joined me and we sent the cows out the gate. When I saw them later in the afternoon on camp once again, I ignored them because I did not have the will power to devote more time to chasing them.

I could have chased the cows again yesterday but I was in my car headed out of camp by the time I saw them. The invasion of Monday was another type of ant (those which eat paper) which were in my duffle bag I was packing up for the return to the city. I had to thoroughly shake out the bag because I did not want to carry any of the ants and their eggs to my apartment. Now I am in the city and I hope that the invasions cease.

As for other events of the past few days, on Sunday Evelyn joined me in baking bread and a cake. She had her little girl with her and the latter wanted lots of attention so it was not the best opportunity for chatting but it was still good. Yesterday we talked about working on memorizing Scripture and holding each other accountable which should be good for both of us. I need to know more Scripture in Spanish than I do.

I do not think I ever actually baked bread before (bread with yeast that is) so I was excited when it turned out well. We also watched a movie and then late afternoon the Honduran children came over to make paper which they enjoyed. Over the past few days I have started to run again and thankfully my knee seems to be much better and not causing as much pain.

I was surprised on my drive back to the city yesterday to see several fires burning in the hills and alongside of the road. It is rainy season though the steady and torrential rains still have not really arrived. Last night we got a heavy rain and ten minutes after it started I left some friends' house to return home. I was amazed to see the water gushing up out of the man hole covers like a fountain. The drainage system in the city is definitely in need of some repairs. I would hate to know where all of the black waters go when it rains since they do not stay below ground. As I drove home though I thanked the Lord for having a dry place to live where I do not think I have to fear flooding or anything of the sort.

The Lastest Happenings

October 4, 2008

This evening I write from the shelter of my cabin here at camp. There are moments when I wonder just what the buildings are a shelter from other than the rain (and even then there are leaks occasionally). And yet I am ever so thankful for the shelter. The problem with my perspective on the buildings stems from my discovery this morning. I awoke to find a very steady stream of ants coming up through a crack in the cement floor in one of my rooms. I soon discovered that these black ants are the kind that bite. I began spreading baby powder everywhere to contain the ants to certain areas. Ants apparently do not like powder so you can use even non-toxic powders to control them. I probably spent over half an hour trying to get rid of them though.

While I ate breakfast I watched a group of them trying to find a new route to travel since most of their exits were being closed off with powder. Basically I wanted to send them out the front door. I noticed that when ants know where they are going, they move efficiently and in an organized fashion. But if there is no ant in front that knows the direction to go, the ants tend to wander around rather hopelessly, making very little progress. It appeared that no single ant wanted to venture out on its own. Although I did not spend a lot of time speculating as to the analogies there, I know that they exist.

Last night as I was driving around camp, I saw my first rabbit ever for Honduras. In the US a rabbit is nothing because they are so prolific but here at camp mammals are still scarce and so it was exciting to see one.

Today I helped with a group challenge activity for the deacons from my church in the city. It was interesting to see group’s response to the challenge presented to them. I felt like I did not do justice to the debrief and of course struggled to form some of the questions in Spanish. Nevertheless it was a good time and I think that each member of the group took something away to be learned.

The past few days there were some extra missionary children on camp so I tried to help provide a few extracurricular activities to help Cindy out so that she did not have to home school all six. Yesterday we did some art projects that I have wanted to try out with children. The easiest of the two was papermaking which the younger children did. The older girls worked on making pine needle baskets –something that I also want to try my hand at. The latter project appears to be a little too time consuming and tedious to be an activity for young children or large groups, but the end products are pretty neat. Tomorrow I hope to teach the Honduran children how to make paper and see how that goes. Teaching such activities to the Honduran staff children is always a truer test of how it will go with Honduran school children than is working with the missionary children. (Sadly I cannot post any pictures for a long while since my camera has died. It appears to have both a broken screen and immediately drain batteries though I am not sure what was the cause of either issue.)

The Seasons Are Changing...

October 1, 2008

Yesterday I walked into a department store in the mall and discovered that Christmas has arrived. The aisles were lined with trees, ornaments, and glitter. I cannot remember but I am guessing that Halloween is not so celebrated here which means Christmas is the next big holiday with decorations.

We also had a bit of snow in the house the other day -- or so it appeared. A guy had been working on the stairs and the dust and putty fell to coat the table and plant below and gave the appearance of a dusting of snow. Thankfully the temperatures have been a little cooler as well as the rains are becoming more frequent. The days are shortening too which soon will make running in the mornings more difficult. Not that I have been running much. I am still waiting for my knee to heal.

I spent the weekend out at camp and it was relaxing. I forgot that I enjoy spending an entire Sunday there. I have opportunity for more quiet time with God and get to visit with the staff. This past Sunday I slept in until almost 8:00AM and mid-morning went on a walk with some of the staff children. They had wanted to show me the location of the burial for a bunny. Their plan is to dig up the bones in a couple of months. Later we stopped to watch a line of leaf-cutter ants hard at work transporting leaves to their mound. Looking overhead it was amazing to see how many branches they had defoliated of the mango tree. We chatted a bit about the proverbs regarding ants and what we can learn from them. We then strolled up with hill and joined the young mother on camp and played a round of Uno. It was interesting (but also frustrating) to observe two of the three children and how the minute their turn was over, they were asking "Who's turn is it?" "Is it my turn?" They simply did not stop to think but habitually and impulsively asked, time and time again. I am thinking that the next time I should institute a rule that whoever asks whose turn it is, has to draw a card. There are some life skills that the children still need to learn.

In the afternoon I had Evelyn, a single mom, over for tea and we chatted about faith and life. I want to spend more time at camp these days so that I can reach out to her because she is lonely, having only her sister's family to really relate to most of the time. I am excited about how God seems to be bringing more and more people into my life who I can reach out to and share Christ. Later in the evening the staff had worship and a prayer time together. Tomorrow morning I head out to camp again and will be helping with a few activities for the Deacon's Retreat that is going on. I also plan to practice some nature crafts and activities that I want to have available for camp groups. Because there will be extra missionary children on camp who need some extracurricular activities for their home schooling, it is a good moment to try things out.