Same morning routine as before with “Unchanging”, “Amazing Love”, and “Enough” being the songs of choice. Then it was back on the bus for Ciudad Nueva.

We started by taking a look at the tortilla factory where they produce 20,000 tortillas a day. We then went back to the playground – with Hugo on my back of course. After being “caballo” for a few kids and pushing them on the swings we headed into the daycare. The men left, but I stayed to be with the kids. L. gave a lesson about God being Almighty, or todo poderoso. After which I got out my guitar and the kids sang “My God is so great, so strong and so mighty…”. The kids loved the guitar and took turns strumming it with the pick. I played for a few more minutes on the playground, gave Hugo a hug, and left for the school.

As I started walking to the school where the men were working (about the length of a city block), I noticed a boy in a green shirt following me. At first I was a bit uneasy but when he caught up to me I said, “hola” and he smiled. I asked him what his name was and he used his hands to show eleven. I got to the school and started work. After awhile I took a break and started talking with some of the older kids. They were definitely mean to each other, calling each other ‘gay’ and other names. Some of the boys called one boy ‘monkey face’ saying it clearly in English. Then Pablo (con el pelo guapo) showed up and reminded me that the older boys are crazy.

I worked a little bit more and them spend more time talking with Pablo and just like yesterday we were able to converse well. I again felt guilty for not working much, but again was reassured by God that I was there to be relational. As it turns out, the boy in the green shirt who followed me to the school spend the morning humbly painting with Samuel. I learned that his name is Gustavo and he’s deaf. Luis told me that he has worked with groups in the past and is a very hard worker. He rode back and had lunch with us. A few other very manipulating boys who did no work followed us back and begged for good. We gave them some, even though I felt they didn’t deserve it like Gustavo did. Here's a pic of Gustavo and me

After lunch we went to the same impoverished area in Gracias Cristo and spent an hour going around to houses inviting people to come to a party where we would share the gospel, break a piñata, and hand out free clothes. We invited several families. I was amazed how proud people were of their possessions – even if they had next to nothing. One woman in particular had two rooms with nothing but cement walls, dirt floors, and some hens and was so proud of it. Here is a picture of some of us with a family in front of their house.

Over 100 people came to the gathering – close to 30 of all ages accepted Christ. Most of the people got clothes, but we did run our before everyone got some. I played my guitar while people were getting clothes. It was a great ministry. We then went to visit a woman in the same village who shot himself in the head playing Russian Roulette. He is 16, has a trachea tube to breathe, and a stomach tube for feeding. B. works for the company who makes some of his supplies so he is going to hook them up with some more. Seeing this boy, as well as the incredible faith of his mother, had a big affect on the team. We prayed for him and will send supplies with the July team.

After dinner we went to the GCLA church in Choluteca where them men, women, and youth met in their respective groups. I was in charge of the youth time. First we broke into two groups and played human knot. Then we had a discussion about choices which netted great responses from Americans and Hondurans alike. S., W., and J. shared individual stories for the application and all were very well done. There were 20-30 youth total and it was a great time for all of us.

G. and I met in the hotel and processed the day together. I’ve been enjoying opportunities like this to get to know him better. He is an amazing young man and I’m glad he’s on this trip. In bed by 12.