Friday night was the first night of kid’s crusade; I had the opportunity to ride on the bus, which was a wonderful experience. The only person on the bus that spoke both English and Spanish was Bro. Alan, and he was driving. We had a blast, as the kids got on the bus, they greeted us all with hugs. It wasn’t long until I had completely exhausted my Spanish vocabulary, but the kids didn’t seem to mind, and I eventually remembered more Spanish, and we were able to talk. The kid’s crusade was a lot of fun, I’m excited to see what happens this weekend.
On Thursday we had service at the fifth Battalion, there were at least four hundred soldiers in attendance. At seven o’clock it was already hot in the stands where the service was held. After service we were pulled aside by the colonel at the base. He gave us heartfelt thanks for coming and said that the doors of his base would always be open to the word of God.
In other news, we drank coconut milk out of the actual shell, ate fish that still had... everything, and made it back to the Sumner’s house by evening. Today, Wednesday, we again went to several bases. First thing in the morning we arrived in a base in San Pedro Sura, where there was a variety of police personnel, including some officers who were plainclothes personnel. Sis. Sumner mentioned that they were most likely specialized kidnapping or homicide units. It struck me that we were ministering to people who would walk into very hard and dangerous situations. They were people who would need the Lords help in a special way. It made me thankful for the chance to minister to them.
It’s amazing to see the amount of work that the Sumners do. We visited five bases on Tuesday. At each base the solders participate in the service, it is wonderful to see them touched by Gods word. I especially enjoyed visiting the police academy. Bro. Sumner mentioned that this was only the second time that some of them had been in service, as they were new students. At most of the bases the soldiers seem weathered and tough, but it was evident looking at their faces that these were very young. I was told that they had to be at least eighteen to be in police academy, but I wondered how some of them could be a day over sixteen. Bro. James preached a message about being right with God. When it came time to pray dozens of the recruits responded. I was thankful for their hunger for more of God.
I’m thankful for the opportunity to be in Honduras; so far it has been a wonderful trip. We arrived Monday afternoon and have been busy since we got here. Monday morning we left school at 3:30 A.M., and took off from the airport at 7:00 A.M. I had heard horror stories about flying into Honduras, and I couldn’t help but wonder if they were true the closer we got to landing. As it turns out, the landing was a bit of an adrenaline rush, but most of us enjoyed the ride. We met the Sumner a short while later, we went to the mall, where we ate massive burritos and ate something called horchata, which is a delicious drink made out of rice. The day was full of fun and fellowship, by the end of the day we were all exhausted.
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AuthorBethany Olsen is a Junior at Free Gospel Bible Institute. ArchivesCategories |