Honduras Day 3

What an eventful weekend! We spent Saturday working in the soup kitchen with the Scott Sumner family. They chose an easy meal this week since there had been a lot of running around making preparations for camp and gathering the food and materials needed. The camp is in Tegucigalpa this year so they have the task of carrying sound equipment, food, clothes, other supplies, and the campers to the campground. Sunday morning was eventful as me and Mayra were asked to teach both children's Sunday School classes AND lead songs for the opening service. We were definitely willing and are grateful for the chance to practice our Spanish. However, our confidence in that language is not very high at all and our memory is blank when it comes to Spanish children's songs. Our memory also happens to leave us when we are speaking to or leading the congregation in Spanish. The Summer's are always encouraging and positive every time and tell us how wonderful it was even if we felt we stuttered through the whole thing. It's really a humbling experience and I recognize the need for it if we strive to get better at it.
There is no morning service since they focus on teaching. Luke taught the youth class and Titus taught the adults while me and Mayra had over 60 in the sanctuary. We were in the middle of teaching the Bible Verse when the youth class came in. Luke isn't long winded in teaching at all but it didn't help our nervousness when more and more people kept coming in as we were teaching. All in all it went well and the kids were excited to receive the colouring books we brought from Missionary Press.

That afternoon went quickly with lunch and cleaning and riding in the plane. We weren't expecting them to give us rides since their schedules were already so full. They never lack in giving us fun and exciting things to do, such as riding in the golf cart down the runway, or slinging plane shooters, or going on a roller coaster ride in the sky. I decided I'm still not a fan of roller coasters!
We finished with enough time to freshen up and head back into town with the bus. The bus route is along the mountain as they head to town from their house and a few stops in town. We were about halfway down the mountain when we passed Bro. Alan in the truck. It has died suddenly and refused to start. The men tried working on it to no avail. To make a long story short, we went ahead with the bus to the church since we were already running late and Sis. Paula went to town with the Prado for some tools. The truck was needed for the 1 1/2 hour journey that was to take place the next day. The Lord knew that worries and fears needed to be settled and He was powerfully evident in the service. It was a wonderful time of worship.
Bro. Alan arrived just in time to introduce Titus as the preacher for the night. The service ended on an encouraging note even though there was a question on what was needed to fix the truck (it came down the mountain by changing fuses every few yards). Bro. Alan spent half the night working on it then took off early in the morning with the guys to run errands in Danli.