In a couple of days, I will have officially been in Honduras for 4 months. Over the course of this one hundred and something days, I’ve met great friends, eaten my weight in beans, and celebrated Christmas. Since I last posted, I’ve been enjoying the much needed relaxing period of winter break. I am so thankful for my church family here because they have done more than I could have ever asked for to make sure my teammates and I felt at home while we stayed in the city. We spent the week of Christmas in the city of San Pedro Sula cooking treats, watching Netflix, and talking with many of the adults at our church. We also attended several parties throughout the week where we were able to enjoy lots of traditional American christmas food. (So, a side note: although we did spend a good deal of time talking with other adults, we still ended up spending more time with our host home’s kids than the actual adults. I think it’s really because we’re in that weird stage of not really being old enough to be with the adults and have “adult conversations”, but also way too old to be at the kids table for things, so obviously we choose the kids) The second week of our break a missionary couple (the Fountains, who are also from Georgia) came and spent time with us in the village. The well timed visit by the Fountains really helped put us all back on track with why we were truly in Honduras. Between the convicting devotionals, we still found time for other things, my favorite being; relaxing on the beach and attending a super fun New Years Eve party. On our way home from the beach, we stopped at this shack-like restaurant on the side of the road and I had easily the best meal I’ve had in awhile.(If you look at the pictures I posted a couple days ago, there’s a picture of my plate). I’ve gotten to a point where I eat tortillas and beans pretty much at every meal, but somehow I haven’t gotten tired of them yet. My love for beans and tortillas has gotten to a point where several times I’ve gotten beans at restaurants that serve American food.They really are just that good.
This Thursday, I will be going to Costa Rica to reset my visa. I’m not sure exactly what we’ll be doing yet, but I’ll be sure to post pictures when I can. I’ve never been to Costa Rica, so I’m really excited to explore a bit of the country for the 5 days that we’re there. (but if I’m being completely honest, I’m really most excited about getting to go to Taco Bell. Now before all you haters send me comments about how you think Taco Bell sucks, I want you fools to know that your words mean absolutely NOTHING to me! I LOVE TACO BELL. There’s nothing you can say or show me that can make me not love Taco Bell! I know about the tube meat, yes, and I know it gives everyone the loose bowel but I don't care!!!. Also, I live in Honduras, not Mexico, so, no, I don’t eat tacos and burritos all the time! I eat eggs and beans because I have Honduran food not Mexican food.)
Thanks to an awesome sermon I heard last sunday, I’ve been thinking a lot about the Bible verse,Matthew 28:19 is a super common “Christianity” verse. It says, “therefore, go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit”. I mean how many times have you seen missionaries post the word “go” with that verse reference on there Instagram or something? It’s a super common missionary verse. I probably have something pinned on my Pinterest board of an artsy calligraphy of the word “Go” and some flowers. Everyone likes that verse. It is aesthetically appealing to the ears and eyes. But last Sunday at missionary church, I got such a reality check. (I really felt like I wanted to stand up and yell “Amen!!” which has literally never happened to me before, so shout out to Pastor Kris). Essentially, I realized that us Christian have been missing the point of that verse, or at least I had. The original command is not “go”, the command is make disciples (mind blown right?) Of course, I’m not discrediting the “go”. It is important, too. I’m writing this from a mall IN Honduras, so I clearly took part in the “go”, but it’s not the main point. What Jesus is really trying to say is spread his love and tell everyone the good news everyday of your life. What I mean is it’s completely possible (and common) to go and not do the make disciples part, but what's the point of even leaving your house if you're not living everyday of your life with the intention of making disciples?
