Since my last post, I have left Tegucigalpa, and spent 5 days working with my friends on the YES team in a dump community called Los Laurales, Honduras--nearby to the beaches of La Ceiba.
Reflecting on my time here as I'm sitting in the airport and about to fly home, I strongly sense that this may be in part the form of ministry that God has planned for me. Especially over the last week, I have sensed that God would have me spend my life discipling Hispanic children and young adults (especially the guys) who come from less-than-ideal backgrounds. This, I actually find rather humorous...
A few years ago, before even observing any official children's ministries down here, I felt the desire to someday start some kind of orphanage or some form of caring for the "least of these" of Central America. As time continues this dream of mine (or is it really mine?) has grown, and I have been seeking opportunities to learn of ways to reach to the hearts of young people--primarily young men.
One of the boys I felt that I had really connected with in Los Laureles was called Di