I see it every day, here in Honduras and in the United States; one of the saddest sights known to man: the joyless Christian. Sometimes they are hard to spot since they look and act like most people. They wear a determined look, except perhaps on Sunday, and they gallop more than walk, determined to let nothing stand in the way of their next appointment. What makes these men and women so sad? What if there was another way.Read more
Posts filed in: Letters from Honduras
Nearly seven years ago my wife and I traveled to a mountaintop in Honduras to teach for a year at a Christian bi-lingual school. Here in La Esperanza, Inticbuca, Honduras, God taught us lessons for a life of obedience and what it means to live as a “privileged” American Christian. These are a series of stories from that year. Hope they inspire you and perhaps prodded you to question your life just as God nudged us to question the way we live ours.
The Joy of the Cross
The other day, as Jessica and I sat in the clinic with IV’s in our arms, I was reflecting on the Christian life. It easy to be joyful in the air-conditioned cockpit of a Honda, but what does the true joy of a Christian look like?Read more
Death and Pine Trees
The house was sparse and decaying. In the ceiling two gaping holes yawned. One had been covered with two sheets of beige construction paper in a desperate attempt at repair. The tiled floor was arranged with red and dull orange squares laid in a checkerboard fashion. The floor itself was covered with recently plucked pine needles, needles that stuck to one’s shoes as you walked and gave the room a faint smell of Christmas and cold December nights. In the corner, propped up on two identical metal stands was the casket that held the young man.Read more
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