Church Thermostats . . . Open Windows Pews. . . Boards, Carpet. . . Dirt Floors I’m still full of stories from Honduras. I fully believe folks in other places can teach us as much, or more, than we have to teach them. An example of this is the church at Zucros de Cana, Honduras. Its congregation is small. Its building is very new. And its spirit is warm. The name of its village means...

The beauty of Honduras. One of the best parts of our Honduran trip was becoming friends with many young people. Stephanie, shown reading from my book, Wind in the Pines, was one of our translators. We are working on a translation of my stories/devotions into Spanish. This is the student body at the local school, Instituto Santa Anna. We were welcomed into every school and allowed to share openly...

An Armed Guard on the Coca Cola truck Sometimes I think things in the “Developing World” resemble the old American West. I sketched this picture alongside a Honduran highway. One of the Coca Cola workers had a shotgun slung over his shoulder. He was truly “riding shotgun” like in a western stagecoach. I love a cold coke so I could understand about how someone might be...

Sunday, Feb. 22, 2009 Santa Ana, Honduras Billy Harper (center) with his pastors “Corazon” My favorite Spanish word A few thoughts on the life and death of Billy Harper My friend Billy Harper arrived back in Louisiana today. When I left him a week ago in Honduras, we agreed to visit in a week. However, his flight into Houston was different than he’d planned. His body was in a casket...

I left my heart at the Tegucigalpha Dump These two pictures are from the city dump outside Honduras’ capital city of Tegucigalpha. Over 300 adults and children live among the dump eking out a living from digging in the trash. Shown above are the crude lean to shacks built by the dump-dwellers. As buzzards circle, people scrounge and fight over the unloaded garbage and refuse. One of the...