An Unfinished House

For those of you that are so-minded, I would ask for prayers for my good friend Julito. His is a fascinating story to-be-sure, one though that I probably shouldn't publish on the internet just yet. If you want details, or to be regaled with a story that will knock your socks off, email me. Regardless, he goes in front of an Immigration Judge tomorrow to determine what the process will be for deciding his fate and status as an immigrant. Pray for God's will to be done in this processs and for direction in young Julio's life; he's essentially on his own in a strange land at the young age of 17. Good fortune or the Holy Spirit or both have brought him this far; pray that he continues to be led and that he is able to resist the temptations that seem to so easily ensnare many a young immigrant. Julio Always happy, always so positive.

I realize that I've been less than diligent in my blogging lo' these many months; the very real grief that has set in as a result of being physically separated from my beloved community of Los Laureles only seems to intensify when I sit down to blog. Thus I've chosen to ignore this little corner of my world, hoping instead that it might die an inconspicuous death; mourned by none, namely myself. I find myself though being drawn back here as of late to bring to light the plight of dear Sergio - whom I miss with every fiber of my being. I have very real doubts that anyone other than hand-full may still be reading this but regardless, I feel led to ask for prayer for him. He's in a bad way - after his baptism in July, for whatever reason, he never connected in with the local Mennonite church in La Ceiba, or any church for that matter. He's been adrift, allowing the winds of life to blow him where they might. He feels lonely, completely alone and purposeless. He wants...