Another early morning...we had to be up and in the lobby of our motel by 7:00 am. Crazy stuff, but all part of life. Today is the day that we have all been waiting for, THE CRUSADE. As the blog below says, we went out yesterday and handed out candy and invited children to come to the crusade...now we get to see the fruit of our labor.

We ate breakfast and then headed over to the church. It rained a little more this morning, when they say 'rainy season' they know what they are talking about. If you visit Honduras in August make sure you bring an umbrela and rain boots. But at least their gardens and rain barrels are getting water.

We arrived at the crusade a little behind the first bus, but we had two more to wait on before we could start. The children just kept showing up. They bused the kids in from different parts of the city...by the time we started there were close to 500 people there (counting adults and all). It was awesome! There were 260 chairs set up, then they filled the bleachers on either side of the floor and some were left standing. Some YOMERS participated in the service doing puppetts and songs. We also had our very own Clown (Danielle), she did a great job keeping the kids entertained while we waited for the bus to show up. If someone from Honduras comes and suggest to sing Father Abraham, just know that you will definitly get your work out. They don't stop at 'nod your head, turn around, sit down'; they take it to a new level by 'nodding your head, turning around, and jumping' (while your arms and legs are going too). I have found a new exercise regime. --grin--








At alter call the children, many of whom had never been to church before, came forward. The pastor led them in repentence, and worship, and then we all started praying for them. At the end there were 'at least' sixteen that got the Holy Ghost. It was AWESOME!!! We handed candy out to all the children when they were leaving...talk about a mob scene. Many of them came back for more, telling us they hadn't gotten any, meanwhile they had sucker sticks hanging out of their mouths. We just kept saying 'uno'.

After the crusade we went back for one last mean in Catacamus. Then we piled on the bus for the three hour trip to Teguc. It took FOREVER! Despite the car sickness (our bus driver thought he was in the Indy 500)and the desire being strong to reach our destination, we stopped off at the local mall to relax by shopping and eating in their food court. After that we went to the motel and crashed.

Until Later,
ERM