In the Middle of the Middle of the Middle

The World Race has finally begun.

Crazy to think that a year ago around this time I was sitting in a coffee shop hammock hearing about the potential this organization has… and now I’m here, in the middle of the Americas: Comayagua, Honduras, on this kingdom journey. 

Here are some things you need to know:

• When I say that our teams Flocka Sheep and Selah are living on the side of a mountain in the jungle, I mean that completely literally. We are living out of our tents, eating meals made from clay ovens on carved benches under a tarp roof, and our toilet consists of a porcelain potty on a cement platform surrounded by wooden steaks with tarp wrapped around it. A nail in the side of the wood stands in for a toilet paper roll holder, and the trash bag nailed in on the other side is designated for our used toilet paper. 

• Our food is made for us here. The kitchen is covered by a tarp roof, and three clay ovens, massive pots and pans and clay bath with a ridged slanted platform makes for our sink. Our diet has consisted of refried beans, corn tortillas, bananas, eggs, chicken, hot sauce and cafe. Days where we have pancakes topped with meil and crema de mani (honey and peanut butter) for breakfast are automatically full of potential. 

• Our teams are partnering with a ministry called Catracho Missions. It’s an organization based in the mountains of Comayagua that works with the people of the mountain. From teaching women how to sew and make food from the local resources to holding classes that teach how to read and write (for both adults and children), we find ourselves surrounded by many able-bodied and joyful people.

• We’ve made it a point to visit the city about once a week, but since the treck is far (and sometimes dangerous in the bed of a pick-up truck with ten other people), it gets expensive, so our access to the internet is very limited.

• This country has many stray dogs and many chickens. It has been difficult to live surrounded by dogs that I am unable to pet; however, the cook’s dog, Oso, and a stray dog that has been adopted into the ministry’s good graces, Zapato, are two that we’ve been told we can pet, and several of us have taken full advantage. 

• It rains frequently, but there are no thunderstorms. We are literally living in the clouds as they pass through the mountains, so often times it becomes very wet and, well, cloudy.

• The place where we’re staying has a wooden building called the church constructed by the previous World Race team that served here. It’s where we host church and saw wooden planks and teach children Spanish and worship in the evenings and share Team Time and go up in the morning to spend our quiet time and at night to star gaze. Between the lunch tables and the church, you’ll find most of us.

• Aside from our two teams, there’s a team of Hondurians that work here with us. It’s made up mainly of teen boys and girls in their 20’s (as well as two guys from Argentina), and they have been such a blast to work with. From playing soccer on the dirt field to singing worship spontaneously under the stars, we love all of them.

These few weeks have been filled with laughter to the point of tears, deep conversation, heavy prayers, vibrant worship, majestic views, spiritual warfare, manual labor, learning Spanish and loving on each other and the local kids. It’s been an absolute blessing to be here, and our conditions are in no way a hinderance to my American needs. In fact, I find myself thriving with just running water. God is good and his creations are splendid. Knowing the wifi and its inconsistency, pictures that I plan on uploading will not make their way to the blog post. (But if you check my blog banner, that is a picture of the mountains of Comayagua.) 

I would love to write more but my wifi is limited, and I would like to upload this before we leave. So with this small update being said, here’s until next post. Let’s hope it’s soon.

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