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An outsider on the inside of a country in crisis

IMG_2225Honduras is facing a political crisis that touches all of us who reside here.  The violent and loud protests, looting, and military enforced curfew is a lot to wrap our heads around.  It touches me, a missionary who has called Honduras home for 18-plus years.  It touches my daughter who is Honduran and struggles with too much sensory input.  It touches other missionaries here who, like myself, are glued to Facebook posts and the Honduran news stations on TV.

But I cannot truly, in the deepest heart way, understand how this touches the Honduran people, and specifically my Honduran brothers and sisters in Christ.  I have seen many posts praying for the people of Honduras to turn to Christ and for the missionaries serving here in Honduras.  And while I most certainly ask that we do just that, I sense something missing, something forgotten perhaps.

Through all the violence and lack of regard for fellow citizens by a growing group of Hondurans here, there are many Hondurans who love the Lord and who are making an incredible impact for Christ in this country.  Many of them more so than we, the foreign missionaries.  I serve alongside some of those incredible Christ followers.

I strongly believe as a missionary sitting here in my home in the capital city of Honduras, a country seemingly falling apart at the seams, that I must acknowledge and commit myself to prayer for the Honduran believers nationwide who are suffering in sadness and concern for this beautiful country.  These men and women have experienced life in a way that you and I may never truly understand.

Their eyes on this crisis are different from ours and their pain runs deep.  They are struggling to make God glorifying decisions while seemingly facing corruption and oppression on all sides.  They are seeing their families, friends, and workplaces divided along political lines, their churches struggling to keep peace, and yet their faith in Jesus Christ is unwavering.

Let us remember the beauty of this country and the acts of kindness we see each day.  During this last week, I smile thinking about the kind words of the pizza man who delivered on a night when protests were ramping up.  His smile and concern for how I was doing will not soon be forgotten.  When I had to venture out and stopped by my gas station that had been vandalized the night before, the manager told me it was closed but if I needed to get money from the ATM, he would let me in.  The supervisor at the bank graciously resolved a problem I had in cashing an international check and made sure the teller knew to process it.  I have Honduran friends, both Deaf and hearing, who have texted and checked in with me to make sure I am doing okay.  The school director in our ministry texts regularly with any significant updates to make sure I know what is happening.

As we post multitudes of pictures and videos showing looting and violence and all that is profoundly wrong during this time of crisis, let us remember those Honduran men and women, our brothers and sisters, who are not in these posts.  Those who are on their knees right now before our Savior pleading for His mercy and love and peace and comfort and deliverance for this country.

While we lament what is happening and pray over this crisis, may we highlight the good, keep our words and actions focused on our Good Father, and encourage our Honduran brothers and sisters through this time.



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