Christmas was a very interesting day. And as long as I wasn't thinking too much of what I would be doing if I were at home (which fortunately I was pretty successful at) I didn't get too bummed out. We had an authentic Italian lasagna with a red sauce as you would normally prepare, but this also included a white sauce which was cooked by none other than myself. It was amazing. But enough about the food. The company was awesome. We had Oscar and his son, Fernando over for dinner. It was a very blessed day. Jesus rocked the house.
Onto our Christmas presents. On the 27th, my home church, Freedom Fellowship came to Honduras for an 11 day mission trip. Grant, Charlie, Jon and Olivia, Kurt, Rebecca, Jianna and Samara, and Kristen and Meribah (sorry if I butchered any names). While here, the plan was for the men (5 including myself) to work on Oscar's home for an addition onto his house. Unfortunately we incurred a few glitches (according to our plans, not the Lord's): Grant found out that there is a complication in the pregnancy of his wife, Kelly, and boarded a plane 4 days earlier than expected. Please lift the family up in prayer as we do not know what will happen with the situation. And then there were 4. So the next day, after working a good half day (we were working at Oscar's in the morning and doing VBS in the afternoon) Kurt and Charlie headed back to the ranch (a little earlier than Jon S. and myself). Kurt lost his footing on a rock and dislocated his hip. Fortunately Charlie has watched enough movies to know how to pop a hip back into place. Kurt was not able to (nor allowed to) do any more "strenuous" work at the ranch. And then there were 3. Fortunately, we were able to bring the foundation up to the point it needed to be at, and level out the area where the floor would be. Praise the Lord for getting so much done in so little time. It would have taken a lot more time if he were to do that all himself.
Today we were bringing the team to Tegucigalpa for their departure flight. We made it about 2/3 of the way and wouldn't you know, the bus dies. For some reason the battery hasn't been charging. We weren't able to get it started with either of two vehicles that stopped to try to jump us, so naturally, we shipped the team to the airport in the back of a flatbed. Welcome to Honduras. Adios Wisconsin Team!!!!!
P.S. Hot Pocket. -please forward any questions or comments regarding this to Charlie, Jon S, or Grant. Thank you.
P.P.S. In case you were wondering, we laughed so hard it hurt on many occasions, as well as laughing so hard we cried. Much love to all of you. Jesus loves you more.
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