okay…so I’m about a week late in my update. What can I say? We’ve been really busy getting back into the swing of things.
Honduras: Every ounce of it was amazing. God’s hand was in this from the start. Josh asked me to share on Sunday, and here’s a rough draft. I think it sums things up pretty well:
Through this trip, I came to realize my small perspective, and the immeasurable power of the big God we serve. God began working even before the trip began. Out of His provision, the funds came in, and everything lined up for us to go. But as the time for us to leave came closer, I started feeling afraid. I felt like I had nothing to offer, like I couldn’t relate to these people, like I would just mess things up and get in every one’s way. I was trusting in a small god, my own competence, which really isn’t anything worth trusting in. But during our first brigade, God used me to preach the gospel to children, and to play with and love on children. Two little girls in particular touched my heart. At one point during the day, I found myself jobless, and, feeling useless and in the way, I sat down to wait for someone to tell me what to do. These two little girls came up behind me and threw their arms around me. Heidi translated their childish, Spanish babbling for me. They wanted to play with me. So by gesturing and their leading, we played musical chairs, duck-duck-goose, and “bolo,” which in Spanish means “swing me around like a helicopter”. I was able to give those girls something more valuable than clean hair and a neat bracelet- that is Christ’s love, not because of anything I could offer, but because of Christ’s love in me.
The next day was Tuesday, and I was going to be in adult evangelism that morning. Even after God had demonstrated His power again and again, I was still so afraid. But the night before, I had read in Isaiah 55, “Surely you will summon nations you know not, and nations that do not know you will hasten to you, because of the LORD your God, the Holy One of Israel, for he has endowed you with splendor.” “so is my word that goes out from my mouth:It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.” For me, that meant God’s word and purpose are more powerful than any way Sarah Bottorff can screw things up. Tuesday morning I met my translator and we prayed, and within two minutes the first man sat down. I remember his name was Marco. When I asked him if he thought he would go to heaven when he died, he said “No. I know I need Jesus Christ to get to heaven. Please show me how to receive him.” And so we did! I met seven people that morning. Four came to Christ for the first time, and two recommitted their lives to Christ!
The rest of the week was much like Monday and Tuesday, in that God constantly demonstrated His power amid my weakness. My little “Columbia Missourian” perspective is so limited! I had always known of the body of Christ, which extends national boundaries, but when I finally experienced believers of different languages praising the same God together, it changed me. I had always known poverty existed, but when I entered a family’s home to pour for them a concrete floor, and when I saw their incredible gratitude for something we all take for granted, my love for those people increased. I had memorized 2 Corinthians 4:7 long ago: “But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.” But I had never before experienced it. God used me and the people of this church to change lives, when we had absolutely nothing to offer.
So if any of you are considering going on this trip next year, I really encourage you to seriously pray about it. It’s an invaluable experience, and God will teach you things you never thought possible.
I think that’s enough for now. I’ll post more later. I do want to thank all of you for your prayers. Sometime February I want all of us to get together. Until then, God bless.
~Sarah