Much hotter here in North Honduras. San Pedro Sula is in the broad flat of stretch of the country that extends northward to the Carribean, The "Mosquito Coast". This is where Chiquita Banana grew up. You can read about the history of the United Fruit Company in a book called "Prision Verde" by Ramon Amaya Amador. San Pedro Sula is the commercial center of Honduras, lots of "maquiladoras" ( tax free foreign factories) here , lots of crime, lots of AIDS cases, but mainly just a lot of people and a lot going on.
My friends , a team of 8 from my church in Seattle, Bethany Presbyterian, had arrived just a couple hours before me. They had just dug themselves out of the snow and ice. I was very happy to see them.
We headed out the next morning for Jesus de Otoro, a fair sized town not in the guide books, between Siguatepeque and Esperanza. This will be our base, since it's just over an hour from the community of Nuevo Amanecer where our farmer friends live.
It's a bumpy ride down a dirt road. We pass oxen pulling a cart with wheels and axles taken from an old car, yards decorated with laundry hung on the fences and guarded by skinny sleeping dogs and strutting roosters, hillsides dotted with maguey (century plant)... dry and dusty and dead looking but brightened by yellow and purple and red blossoms (trees here wait for the dry season to bloom... more pollinators). We get to the driveway, I recognize a twisted "kneeling " tree. That's my " Bearing Tree" or reference point here. At the end of the road is the soccer field, and the ground from which the adobe bricks were cut, bricks used to build this village.
We clamor out of the bus and up the trail, over the creek ( nearly dry now), under a giant gangly Higuera ( fig tree), and around the back side of the hill where Nuevo Amanecer sits.
Despite the green and yellow balloons strung up around the space outside the community center and the smiles on the faces of our friends, I can feel a little tension. Earlier we learned that a young woman had died only a couple of days ago. She suddenly fell ill back in November and had to be taken to hospital where she was in a coma for a time and had to undergo dialysis. The doctors could not say what caused her illness, beyond saying that she died of kidney failure. Unfortunately, her family have accused a neghbor of giving her a drink that caused the illness that killed her. They have threatened this woman and are demanding that she leave. They see the Devil's hand in the death of their daughter. We are seeing the Enemy spreading lies that threaten to tear apart the community and the work of many over years and years.
Even though this is an agricultural project with material goals of developing the land , building houses, growing and selling produce, paying off loans, etc. We are reminded that the major work is spiritual, building unity, encouraging hope, growing vision, nurturing love, learning to forgive, ... All of us have renewed our commitment to pray for our friends. We realize more than ever that we are here to help people talk, to be listeners, to provide emotional and spiritual support.
My Bible study in Psalms 78:9-25 reminds me of the role of faith in every human effort. If God's people break covenant, no matter how strong, no matter how well equipped , they won't finish the fight.We have to live God's way. We've got to remember who he is and what he's done in our lives and others.
I think of the agronomist, Enrique and the social worker, Sandra who are here almost every day dealing with these issues and am very grateful.
Til later, Gilberto.
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