Our first ever missions team from City Community Church started their trip with a bang. Or perhaps more of a splatter.
After 24 hours in four different airports, a very close call catching a flight out of Miami, and 8 lost bags (which are still lost by the way), the CityCom “crew of 22” spent their first day in La Ceiba plastering cinder block walls. Or, well, sort of.
Note to humanity: learning to spread concrete plaster is an art form that cannot be learned in a few short hours. I’m “constructionally challenged” to begin with, and this project did nothing to boost my self esteem.
For many, this was a first hands-on taste of abject poverty. And even with time let me tell you, this is no acquired taste.
In this environment absent of anything resembling our American way of life, this team longs to bring hope. But standing in the middle of a Honduran slum, something that seems so unnecessary, so fixable, you get this uncanny sense that God is near. That His presence is tangible, even in what we would consider incredible discomfort.
And maybe even more so.
So after being here just a few short hours, I wonder what’s more likely this week in La Ceiba. Will we bring hope into the midst of their poverty, or perhaps find some hope for our own self-sufficiency?
Maybe a little of both? Time will tell.