Matt, Great thoughts about letting God control things. We are 60 years old and still have to work hard on that one. It is so easy to feel that we have some answers that people should listen to. There is a time to share what we have been learning but we cannot control if, how or when it will be received. We are learning that prayer is good for us as well as for the people we pray for.
We just got back from 4 months in the states. We hope it will work out for you to come to retreat in November. More details soon.
Your blog is fabulous! You have a wonderful sense of humor, great pics, and a story to tell...keep up the great work and being the thoughtful and humble person that you are. I received your email today and will take note of the things you mentioned to pray about.
I've lived and worked in Honduras for 10 years both as a missionary, serving the very poorest of society and now as teacher, where I give philosophy and history classes to the children of the very wealthiest. I don't pretend to be an expert on Honduran society and I certainly cannot claim to have many answers with respect to issues of immigration. The whole topic strikes me as far more complex and nuanced than what many voices on either the Right or the Left make it out to be. Nevertheless, I know the milieu in which I live, I know why many poor Hondurans choose to emigrate illegally, I know why many wealthy Hondurans fly to Miami or Atlanta to give birth to their children and I know that all else remaining constant, this current caravan is only the beginning. A poor Honduran lives his life with little to no hope of ever achieving anything approaching financial stability. The people I know make their livings off of garbage collecting, selling unripened bananas and day-laborin
My good friend Jessiel Rivera reminded me the other day that it was 10 years ago this month that I arrived here in La Ceiba. I remember my arrival here from Costa Rica fairly vividly. I had been getting teary-eyed on the plane from a combination of sleep deprivation, my longing to remain with my friends in beautiful San Jose and some sad indie music on my iPod. It was a hot and terribly humid Sunday afternoon when I landed in the La Ceiba airport and when I stepped off the 10-seater hotbox of an airplane onto the tarmac I was sweaty, bleary-eyed and disheveled. I looked like a typical gringo backpacker except for my mountain of luggage that I had in tow. Two members of the Central Mennonite Church picked me up in their car; how they knew I was the Gringo they were supposed to collect was beyond me but they got it right. I remember them remarking on the number of suitcases I had brought (3) and their heaviness (maximum weight allowance); and the resulting weight of embarrassment I felt
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We just got back from 4 months in the states. We hope it will work out for you to come to retreat in November. More details soon.
Galen Groff
Your blog is fabulous! You have a wonderful sense of humor, great pics, and a story to tell...keep up the great work and being the thoughtful and humble person that you are. I received your email today and will take note of the things you mentioned to pray about.
Barbara Souder
I went through your blog and sent you a response ...only to find that it disappeared into cyberspace somewhere.
Love you blog, sense of humor and willingness to serve...
Barbara Souder