Ramble ramble....mumble.....words

My mom says "humble" funny.  She doesn't pronounce the "h".  Sometimes Christians talk about how humble they are.  Might be counter-productive.  Or they say that they're nothing.  Or that they're just dirt.  It makes me miss where I work in the states.  That we are dirt is assumed.  Sometimes we walk into fast food restaurants and get looked at like we're foreigners (I speak with experience) because of how dirty we are or the holes in our clothes.  I call one kid "braveheart" because of the tar marks that are always on his face.  I literally don't know his name.  Alot of times Christians have a hard time really being as low as their mouths say.  It makes me miss my home.

This has been a hard trip.  Its been good, but its been hard.  I feel like a year has passed.  Its really great how the school is going.  I feel like I have purpose.  I felt like a baby sitter during my first stay in Honduras.  Its cool that the school has turned around from a place to keep the girls busy into really an effective atmosphere for learning.  We've got more structure now than at any time in the last year.  We've got good plans for the future.  Its good when hard work starts to produce an outcome, you know?  I really feel good for the girls mostly.  Their is basically no potential in Yamaranguila for women with no education.  I want my girls to have a future.  If anybody marries an alcoholic, I'm going to murder him.   I really might.  Thats what a dad would do, right?

But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't ready to be home now.  Its great having the plans and organization at the school, but its been draining.  I spend alot of days in a bad mood.  Many days, by 5 or 6 in the afternoon I don't have anything left and real little things set me off.  I feel a little bad for skipping devotions though.  The other professionals do a great job picking up my slack most days.  Pray for me if you get a chance.

I've become a guy who says "great job" alot.  Its not very colorful.

My first annual Honduran blog post

Heh, see, what I did up there?  So I've been here a full year now.  We're celebrating Dia del Independencia for Central America.  Its kind of neat because I can remember the things that we did last year for this holiday.  This past year has gone by SOOO fast.  Its had its ups and downs, but its been quite wonderful.  I thought I'd make a post to mark the occasion.

We put 5 goats in the white truck the other day.  How did you like that face full of information?  We tied of 2 of the goats by all 4 legs and stuck them in the bed of the truck.  Two of the goats we had tied by the horns to the rail-guard standing up.  The last goat we bound and put in the back seat of the truck.  The truck smelt like.....goat.  Goats don't smell so great.  If you're ever in Bath and Body Works, and you're deciding between Country Lane and Goat...... don't pick Goat.  Nobody wants that in a basket for Christmas.  If wash your hands with Goat scented soap, you will immediately want to wash your hands with a non-Goat based soap.  Goat poop actually hides the real scent of goat.  If you have a sinus infection and a goat in the back seat of your car, God has blessed you.  The only upside of goat-roping is that if builds friendships.  Kind of like mending fences makes good neighbors right?  My short story would be called, "if you tie up a goat and lift him into the back of a truck with another man, your relationship with that man will be better afterwards than it was before."  I would read that.  Robert Frost can fly a kite.  I'll need a good illustrator.

Thanks for reading this.  Check back in next year for my Second annual Honduran blog post.  Have a good year.

I´m going to mention illegal drugs in this blog

Its new post time.  Here´s the low down.  I´ve been really busy this trip, but not so much with interesting stories.  I have stories from earlier this year that a childrens´ fiction book writer couldn´t make up.... if he was on acid.  This year has been equally as exciting for me, but not as many awesome stories for the blog.  I´m going to give you what I got though.

So, the plans for the new school are going swell.  I made it out to Comayagua last week to check out Enlaces, the school of which we want to be a satellite campus.  Honestly, I haven´t seen a school in Honduras yet that I was impressed with.  Enlaces really impressed me.  It was organized and structured from the big picture situations down to the detailed specifics.  They´re program really impressed me with how simple and effective the lessons seemed.  I liked it.  We´re really looking towards getting legal work and planning together for January.  Be in prayer for us.  I´d love it if our school gave a better education to our girls and could minister to our community with the love and the message of Christ.  I hope thats where we´re headed.

Another cool thing from my trip to Comayagua is that I´m more away of how awesome the English is at the farm.  Our girls really speak it well.  At the school in Comayagua, I met students who had been studying English for hours and hours every day for years and years, right?  They did a great job, but their English wasn´t as good as some of my girls.  In fact, some of my girls at PTC speak better English than their teachers.  I don´t say this to slam the teachers or students.  They did a great job.  I´m just excited for my girls that they´re getting such a useful skill at the Farm.  I try to explain to them sometimes how much easier getting a job will be if you´re bilingual, but I´m not sure they believe me.  I´m right though.  I´m always right.

Well, thats about it.  I´ve been on the internet sparringly in the last few weeks.  I need to spend a little time today looking up biographies on Jose Trinidad Reyes, Cecillia del Valle, and Trinidad Cabanaz.  Oh, you don´t know those people?  Me neither.  But I will before I teach history on Monday.  Pray for us, we need it.