Slowing down a bit.

I have a lot of stuff to talk about.  I have alot of stuff going on down here.  It feels good.  Mostly its all school things.  Now that we have things semi-under control, we're branching out, adding new education paths, forming IEP type plans for individuals, organizing discipline, setting behavioral and educational consequences,......the list goes on. 

But I don't want to talk about that.

Today was a great day.  I got to teach.  I taught two math classes, a Honduran history class, an ancient world history class, and an English class.  Thats the way I get to show love down here.  I operate under the idea that the message Christ and the love of Christ go hand in hand.  So thats how I get to show Christ's love.  I really enjoy the way He lets me show it.

I also got to administer the school.  I talked with my teachers and had opportunities to serve them as they do their jobs.  Its such a lovely relationship.  I never wanted to be the boss of anybody.  And while I'm officially in charge of four teachers, I try not to be a boss.  My plan is to serve my teachers and hold them accountable as they teach my girls.  They do such a wonderful job.  My girls are getting an AMAZING education because of the teachers who work for me.  Its beautiful when it works out right.  Today, it just worked out right.

Then after school, I went and sat in front of the kitchen.  For about an hour I held the most adorable 4 year old in the world and fought her away from writting on my shoes or stepping on parts of my body that would hurt.  I talked with a group of girls in Spanish for about an hour.  We talked about how I was going to start working out so I could intimidate their boyfriends when they are older.  We talked about the past.  About why I deserve to be called "Doctor" Ben (8 pigs, 1 goat, and 1 human delivered or facilitated).  We laughed about stories from the past.  Its strange that I've been here long enough to laugh about stories in the past told in Spanish.

Then I came home (or to the Botkins' home actually).  I stopped for some sliced ham on the way.  Before I could get my motorcycle cut off, there were 4 kids on the porch.  I made sandwiches for them and talked about what they did at school today.  After their sandwiches, we talked some more over caramels and gum while they poured dirt on my chonchitos (little piggies [toes....come on]).  I have wash my feet before going to bed. 

Its just been nice to slow down.  Everything is not perfect.  Tomorrow will be busy and things will not go according to plan.  But we serve a really good God who has it all under control.

Feet

Lets talk about feet.  We try to keep a working list of abilities of staff members at the farm.  Lists like, “This person can’t do vomit.”  Or “this person can handle blood.”  One of the things I’m alright with is feet.  Not in a creepy way, but in a soap and water kind of way.  One day last week, a 4 year old was saying that her feet hurt.  She had been wearing rain boots without socks and had rubbed a blister.  Well, there were a few layers of dirt and grime before we could get to the blister.  I felt useful cleaning that little girl’s feet.

The next day, I walked up to Mrs. Pam’s house to find Courtney outside looking sick.  I asked her what was wrong, and she said to walk inside.  Another little girl had been wearing her rain boots for a LONG time without socks.  She had popped her tootsies out, and it was rank.  I don’t smell very well, but it smacked me in the nose holes. 

A few days later, I heard Natali talking about a foot washing.  I thought this was purely hygienic.  In the past we’ve had a lice war where for several hours adults pulled lice.  I figured this was a battle against horrible smelling feet.  I was ready.  I was going to be Maximus Aurelia of slaughtering foot grime.  I was going to taunt bad foot hygiene as it was annihilated and made an example of for all of its friends. 

That’s not what was going on.

What was really happening was a ceremony.  We had candles lit, and benches in an L shape around where the staff was sitting with towels and water.  If this sounds strange, its because it was.  It was the last night that the staff that we’ve had for the last year would be together.  It was explained that the people sitting on the floor were living in Honduras for the purpose of serving these little girls with our lives because that what God called us to do.  It was said that we were going to wash the girls’ feet whether they wanted it or not, as a last act of the service we had all given together. 

I got to thinking about Christ obviously.  Some of us have heard about the foot washing at the last supper so many times that its just part of the story.  I got to thinking about how Christ must have loved the owners of the feet he washed.  I got to thinking about how He pursues people.  I got to thinking about how much I care for these little girls down here, and how that care doesn’t hold water compared to the love Christ has for us. 

So we didn’t wash feet because they were dirty, but because little girls need love.  We have for the last year tried to follow Christ’s example of self-denying service, and we ended our time together in the same manner. 

 We need a lot of prayer.  The Botkins are in the states for 3 months.  They are a huge part of what is going on down here, and there will be a hole until they return.  Natali is departing for the states on Sunday.  There aren’t enough words to talk about the work she has done in this corner of the world.  Needless to say, she will be missed in any place that she is not.  Courtney leaves out the following Friday.  She has spent nearly 3 months here and has been kind to girls and uplifting to the staff. 

Please pray for the remaining staff as we are working on slim numbers.

Also, we have a new little girl.  She is 13.  I can’t spell her name and I don’t know her story.  God will know who you’re talking about though when you pray. 

Adult Movie Night

We have an amazing staff.  On Mondays we have been having movie night for the staff.  We call it "Adult Movie Night" as opposed to the childrens' movie night that goes on Friday nights.  It sounds dirty, and thats why we like it. 

I think I'm going to shave my beard.  I like touching it while I talk or pretend to think, but it looks rediculous.  I miss my chin.

So I read a verse in John chapter 6 the other night that is awesome.  Basically, the story is that Jesus is going about his ministry, and he has alot of followers. Then, Jesus begins talking about eating his flesh and drinking his blood.  Most of the people following Jesus around left after this conversation.  Then it says that Jesus looked at Simon Peter and asked if he was going to leave as well.  Peter answers, "To whom shall we go?" 

I like that.  I hope that my life will become so dependent on Christ that this will be my response.  That even in poor situations, in bad times, at what seem like rediculous times, I will rely on Christ and Christ alone.  I don't just want Him to be my first priority, I want him to be my only priority.  I want to abandon enough other things in this world that it would be impossible to turn back even if I wanted to.  "Quien iremos?"

Thats the word bird. Back to the Italian Job with my homies.

64+ shoes.....DONE!

Sup yo?  Thank you to everybody who signed up to get a girl shoes for her birthday.  Another year, and we have all of the girls taken care of with extras wanting to help.  Now, if you wanted to get shoes but there were no more girls left, don't lose heart.  Chances are we will have new girls between now and next year's birthday shoe list.  Even this last week we had 2 new girls.  I'm waiting on shoe sizes but Amy Matthews has already claimed them.  But when  we get new girls I will post it and you can just on if you'd like. 

But thank you those who are participating.  I think its great how people are caring for these girls that would be otherwise forgotten.  Thank you for proving that they are significant and placing an interest in their lives and their happiness.

So Monday I head back to Honduras.  I've been home about 3 weeks.  I haven't worked a day.  This is a first for me.  But, God provided money for me, so I took it as a message to relax and get my head on straight before getting back on the front lines.  Its been a great time of rest, but I do miss my girls and my purposes in Honduras.  I find it strangely comforting how much of my life has been invested in Honduras over the last 2 years.

So, 2 requests now that the shoe list is done.  1, pray for me.  I'm a bum.  I want to focus on being more patient this trip.  I want to focus on letting Christ's love flow through me even when I'm frustrated or when situations aren't what I want.  I want to be more in tune with God.  I want to be dependent on God and his promises daily.  Please remember me and pray for me.

2, get me information on missions pastors.  If your church has a missions pastor and you're not connected with PTC, I'd like to talk to him.  Even if you know of a missions pastor but he's not at your church, I'd like to corner him sometime.  I'm hunting them down now.  If you are a missions pastor, watch your back.  I'm coming for you.

Reason being, we have a sweet ministry in Honduras.  God has blessed our pants off.  We have provision.  We are sitting in a community that is about to burst at the seams with people turning towards Christ.  We have little girls that need the love of Jesus.  We need Christian examples.  We want workers.  Project Jealous (tenative name, we have to sleep on it before its official) is actively seeking missionaries or long term prospects that are interested in spreading the Gospel to the corners of the Earth.  You know, like Jesus commanded us.  So if you know of a missions pastor that I can bother in order to have more long term missionaries loving on my girls in Honduras, let me know. 

As always, thanks for reading.  Stay classy San Diego.