The clouds prepare for battle…
In the dark and brooding silence…
Bruised and sullen storm clouds…
Have the light of day obscured…
Looming low and ominous…
In twilight premature…
Thunderheads are rumbling…
In a distant overture…
Peart
When the birds crow… we must go! After breakfast we again traveled up the mountain to continue the construction project . Aided by a new assistant mason, Alex we finished laying all of the block by dinner time. After a quick snack of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, peanut butter crackers and roasted peanuts… see a pattern developing here? The team began to assemble the boards so that the concrete cavities could be poured and add much needed strength to the structure. In total there was 11 columns to be poured full of the finest mook available in northern Honduras. The former Blogmaster named B-Rad and his team of Hunterzilla, Hondo and a few bi-curious locals pitched in the efforts to mix the illustrious creation with just enough seasoning and a secret ingredient of clam juice to swoon in the vultures gliding high above the clouds. Que pasa, Quanda, Selfie and Body Pump completed the painting the bathroom doors and trim work, then reinstalled. Senor Jefe, and Mater assisted the locals prepping the walls for the pour.
Pouring these columns may look easy to a… bystander… or shade squatter, but in reality it is a very laborious task. The boards have to be drilled and custom wires are fed thru the holes. A stick is then twisted and the wire stretched to the point of it yielding tensile strength stopping short of breaking. The mook is carried via a Honduran bucket brigade and handed up to the high flying acrobat that must balance on a tittering stack of blocks that forms the foundation of the Deathtrap 3000 scaffold system. While part of the team was pouring, a larger segment went on into the community and delivered beans and rice as a good will gesture, but it also presents the opportunity to share the Gospel… Praise the Lord, three young men accepted Christ as their savior!
We worked hard and as day drew to a close and the dark ominous clouds began to roll over the mountain tops engulfing the community across the valley of Buenos Aries liken to that of a tsunami of mist flowing down the mountain scape. Every once in a while the sun beams would break thru the clouds and create the illusion of Jacob’s Ladder as described in Genesis by Jacob. The stairway to heaven from wince the angels descended to earth… not the 70’s tune written by Jimmy Page. I certainly have felt the presence of angels the past few days… and the presence of God has been moving and shaking the hearts of the people… Peart’s interpretation of the old testament story spoke of thunderheads rumbling in a distant overture… that may give the best descriptive account of the ordeal of having a love one fall ill while abroad. The ray of hope comes as the light overcomes the darkness and reminds us of the love of God and he never forsaking us.
As the evening drew nigh we pack up our tools and equipment and journey up the hillside to our awaiting driver Elmer, the ditch digger. Arriving late at the compound, Sandra and Lupie were awaiting our arrival to feed us our evening meal and they even served us Ice Cream in lew of the fact that by our tardiness… we caused them to stay an extra hour over to serve us. I am thankful for their hospitality and service to the team! I cannot express our gratitude for all they do… even though they get paid, my impression it is more than a job, it is a ministry to those ladies… to serve others while they serve the people of their country. I pray many blessing upon them and their families.
Honduras Agape 