Farewell to Honduras (for now)

The time has come to go home and while it is always a joy to return to my family, I will be leaving behind great friends and fond memories here in Honduras. Yesterday, we had the opportunity to do a prophetic/evangelistic outreach in the Central Park and God showed up in amazing ways. There are far to many stories to be able to share them all, but I do want to remember a few.

The very first person I had a chance to minister to was a little girl and her mother. One of the prophetic words the little girl recieved was that she would be a leader from a very young age. Her mother was overwhelmed and told us that in kindergarden she is always the first to finish her work and then she goes around and helps the other children.

Another woman and her child made for a remarkable memory a little later. After ministering to her son, I asked the woman if she had dreams often at night and she said yes. She told us a dream that she had the night before and the interpretation pointed to the idea that her husband was lazy and probably a drunkard. I didn't say this directly, but told her that her husbands mindset was dark and that she felt she was carrying the weight of the entire family. We also told her that God was about to intervene and change all of that. She wept and we made sure she got to meet Pastor Francisco.

Probably the most memorable encounter was when I was talking with my interpreter, Teresa, about how she sees things in the spirit. She began to describe a darkness that she sometimes sees in people and as she spoke a man walked across the park and came and sat down on the wall directly behind her. As we ministered to him, she saw the darkness in him and I could feel the war that was raging inside of him. After challenging him that he needed to walk in the light, we called Pastor Francisco over, who promptly led him through the steps of salvation and he became a Christian right there. This was an awsome result and there is so much more to the story but too little time to write.

I think the most amazing thing of all was the chance to watch the Honduran team and some of the American team that was here, seem to grow right before my eyes. They will never be the same and this city will never be the same. I thank God that He gave me the opportunity to be a part of what He was doing here.