Monthly Archives: February 2009

We’ve been teaching English class at a boys home in Armenia called Ninos de la Luz since December, and have been able to build some really good relationships with the boys. Ninos de La Luz is a privately funded orphanage (Some are orphans, some are from broken homes) with boys from 5-21. They don’t have many opportunities to leave the compound, so we decided to take them to a soccer game last Sunday. We went to their church, then everybody came over to Josh and Andy’s for a barbecue. After lunch we walked over to the stadium for the game.

chowing on some chips

chowing on some chips

La Ceiba is the home of two soccer teams in the Honduran soccer league – Victoria and Vida. They both play in the same stadium, and virtually everyone in the city is a fan of one of the two (remember: in latin america, soccer and life are arguably synonyms). Each season they meet once in an epic battle known as “El Clasico” (The classic – i hope you figured that one out) I personally am a Vida fan. I am ashamed to admit my original reason for becoming a Vida fan. I bought their jersey when I was Christmas shopping without really knowing what team it was, only that is was something Honduran. But after Sunday, I can have real time pride! well kind of…

 

spot the gringos!spot the gringos!

 

Vida and Victoria are both middle-grade teams in terms of talent in the Honduran soccer league, but Victoria is usually a step above (although Vida is more popular). So when Vida scored in the first five or ten minutes, I was thrilled! However, as the game progressed, Victoria answered with two (very pretty, i might add) goals in the first half. My team was looking a little low in spirits and it looked like things were going downhill… until about 15 minutes into the second half, we scored to tie it up! Tension was running high, a lot of whistles were blown and cards given out – mostly in Vida’s favor. We had the upper hand, the momentum, the spirit, and with 5 minutes left in the game…Victoria scored. I was shocked. I had grown so attached. “Pero Jamie, solo es un juego” Melvin told me. (its a just a game). Despite the disappointing ending, we all had a great time with the boys and enjoyed being part of the lively crowd. We look forward to continuing our ministry with them.

I (Andy) should have known by now that ministry work is always full of vaivenes — ups and downs…

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This past week my sister Sarah took her much-needed week of February vacation from her middle school teaching job to fly down and visit us (not a bad idea since it’s 20 degrees in Boston :-) ).  I had an awesome time hanging out and catching up with her, and it was exciting to bring her out to Armenia Bonito to share in several days of ministry work.  Most of my work is teaching kids, whether Bible stories or English, so it was especially helpful to hear her tips on classroom control.

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I’m realizing that teaching kids full-time (and having kids for that matter :-) ) must be a very sanctifying experience; I’m especially grateful for God’s mercy when I consider that the way I instruct, discipline, encourage, and listen to the children I teach can either show them God’s love or the same dismissive anger that some of them experience at home.  It was wonderfully encouraging to hear about Sarah’s work and the similar challenges she’s facing back home.  What a great week!  Right?

After Sarah’s departure, the three interns went to a local youth group we’ve been attending and helping with in Armenia.  It’s relatively new, and has certainly had its vaivenes — attendance had dropped to only a handful of teens, and leadership changed hands (always a tough transition).  We were able to meet with the pastor a few weeks ago to discuss some changes that could make the group more welcoming to new youth (it had been very similar to a Sunday worship service before).  One that they had jumped on was having a game time.  Hooray!  We led our first game this Friday and were thrilled with the response, but the evening progressed into a 45 minute sermon heavy on personal discipline and tragically light on grace and the new life offered by Christ.  The night ended with an agressive (but failed) altar call and an openly angry and frustrated lecture by a church leader.  Welcoming, huh?

The three of us left sad and a bit angry as well — how could this happen?  The group had already hit rock bottom!  Why is God not using our ideas, our prayers, and our work to turn things around?  Through all the vaivenes I need the encouragement that can only come from a sovereign, loving, and faithful God who proclaims his salvation by his own might, not mine…

Sing to the LORD a new song,
for he has done marvelous things;
his right hand and his holy arm
have worked salvation for him.

The LORD has made his salvation known
and revealed his righteousness to the nations.

He has remembered his love
and his faithfulness to the house of Israel;
all the ends of the earth have seen
the salvation of our God.

Psalm 98:1-3