An Unfinished House

Greetings friends, family and random passersby I expect you’re here for the latest dispatch from La Ceiba, Honduras and as fortune would have it that’s what I’ve set forth to write; Great Guns, the laws of supply and demand win again! As I sit here withering from the oppressive summer heat I’m led to reflect on the fact that I’ve been a resident of Honduras for nearly 2 months now…where hath the time wandered off to? More importantly, what do have to show for it? Some brightly c olored brochures and a classroom full of Catrachos that have had the English Alphabet drilled into them…not exactly what I had in mind when arrived here back in May. It’s been a real test in patience; I’m learning to wait on God...and the Dutch. There have been benefits to not having been thrown headlong into work with the gangs of La Ceiba…I’ve had plenty of time to catch up on back episodes of “Family Guy”. No seriously, I’ve been given the chance to gradually acclimate to my new life here, to visit San Pedro...

Hello dear readers and welcome back to your favorite sporadic blog on the World Wide Web. I have been quite the little adventurer since last we chatted so let’s dispense with the pleasantries and just get down to business shall we? So it occurred to me that many of you out there are not fully aware of the work that I’m doing here…or at least what I am supposed to be doing, I’ve explained it so many times to so many people that I assumed that anyone at all connected with me knew exactly what was going on here in Paradise. That there is what you call self-centeredness. Anyway, I thought I should do the Christian thing and enlighten y’all. I work as a missionary for Eastern Mennonite Missions and I came to La Ceiba, Honduras wit h the desire to reach out to youth that are trapped in a gang-lifestyle and who want to leave but don’t know how. That my dear friends is not the whole story however; my church back in the Philadelphia-area, Frazer Mennonite, began a partnership with Iglesia Menon...

Hola mis amigos y Bienvenidos a mi Blog otra vez! Two days in a row - th at's a record here at 'honduraskeiser'. We should celebrate or something..............I've got nothing, never mind. Let's just pick up with where we left off. When we left Matthew yesterday he was in the middle of supporting a Hunger Strike in Central Park and dancing with Garifunas...let's see what happened to him. Hmmm...so he's still hanging out at the Huelga de Hambre (Hunger Strike) with some of the local Garifunas. They're descendants of Caribbean slaves who now live in coastal villages throughout Honduras, Belize & Nicaragua. In addition to Spanish they speak their own language which is nothing like Spanish and many know English as well. I couldn't resist, you can find some of the strangest and funniest 'thrift-store' t-shirts in Central America. I'm in Heaven. Even the local Swiss showed up to support...seriiously. ...but, moving on... During my seco...