It's tradition in Honduras that during Lent people eat dried fish soup. I'm not sure if there is some kind of symbolism to it or not but it's at least tradition. So I was invited to Baudilio's house for a nice big bowl of soup. It was very good. The rice on the side is to add to the soup. Tortillas are wrapped in the towel on the table. 

This is Baudilio's wife Marta, expert at dried fish soup.

Last Sunday was Father's Day in Honduras. Here are the six father's that were present and received a special gift from the church. I forgot to take a picture of the father's at Las Uvas but they also received a gift.

The twenty-two minutes it takes to listen to this story will be well worth your time. May it be an encouragement to us all to never give up praying for lost children, parents, aunts or uncles, family or friends who still haven't given their lives to Christ. God may answer that prayer at the last moment. We never know. God is love and God is light and His will is that all should come to repentance.

Folks, I have just accomplished one of my greatest achievements. I made today, for the first time, all by myself my favorite meal. Breaded porkchops, corn and mashed potatoes. Now I know for you this would have been a piece of cake. But if you know me, and if you know how handicapped I am when it comes to cooking you would be jumping up and down with joy. The meal turned out great. It not only tasted good, it actually looks good!! Now I gotta go clean up the mess.

There is an awesome message in this little video. Like Jesus said, no man can come unto the father (get out of the hole of sin) but by me.

Last evening we held what they call a "vigilia", kinda like a watch-night service. A normal vigilia they usually go until sunrise, we stopped at 2:30 a.m. Usually you have a church service, then a break for food and coffee, then you come back for more preaching and singing and you go all through the night. Our vigilia didn't go that long but it was still fun. We had around 55 people come and we enjoyed the service and the singing.

This is Miguel. I am trying to train him to be my kinda of assistant pastor at Las Uvas. He is going to be preaching this coming Tuesday night, he is really nervous. He loves to learn and he is doing a great job, pray that God will help us raise up leaders in our churches.

It was a chilly night, the campfire was very comforting.

Fireside chit chat.

We had two fires going. This was the second one where most of the women were huddled.

Katie getting ready to enjoy some juicy chicken.

I caught this picture in Las Uvas the other evening. It reminded me of heaven. Once again I realized I'm just passing through this world, my home is on the other side.

I headed out to the country today. It was nice getting out of the city and breathing some good clean air. Back in January a new couple started attending our church through the marriage seminar. Roberto and Jenny have been coming quite faithfully and twice now Roberto's father has visited our church when he was in town. His father lives about an hour and half from our place and invited me to come to his house for a visit. He doesn't have an established church near him and they have had preachers come and go over the years. So I went out today to visit and scout around.

Here is the old homestead where Roberto grew up (his dad is standing with the blue shirt). It's made out of adobe and just has that laid back country feel. All that was missing was a cold glass of southern tea. Instead we had a hot glass of coffee.

The family pet. I don't know if he has a name.

The backside of the old kitchen. They usually have a separate building like this for their kitchen because of the soot and smoke.

Cooking beans and tortillas and warming up a pot of coffee on the adobe hearth. Those were some of the best tortillas I have had in a long time. Roberto bought a cooked chicken on the way there.

Showing us around his fields. They grow plenty of corn, beans, onions, platano and pineapple. Boy was that pineapple good today!! I have a few hunks of it in my refrigerator that they sent home with me.

I learned something new today. I don't know much about plants but they told me that the little shoots coming out from under the pineapple are the "sons". You take one of those shoots and plant them in the ground to start the next pineapple plant. So I guess you could call them the pineapple "seeds". 

Picking onions to take home. When they asked me if I wanted some and I told them I don't eat onions they all laughed at me. I guess I'm just a crazy gringo.

Baudilio was very happy with his pineapple and onions that he got to take home.

  They have worked and saved over the years and have gotten this far in their church building. They have only had visiting pastors come and go over the years but nobody has ever come to stay. But they still hope that someday they will have a church and a pastor.

 We went around inviting neighbors to the little service we held out on the porch before we left for home.

Getting the guitars tuned and ready for church.

There wasn't many of us but we had a good service. In these kind of moments I'm so glad that Jesus said, "where two or three are gathered in my name there am I in the midst of them". That verse becomes a reality. Hopefully our visit today was an encouragement to them.

An interesting graffiti decorated barbershop.

Friday I got to clean the rust off of a few of my tools. I went to Baudilio's house to help him cut some beams for his roof. The tin is rusting through and the beams are rotting out.

 Part of the roof in his bedroom that he is wanting to replace.

I really appreciate Baudilio. It's been three years this month that he was baptized. He has a servant's heart and the Lord has made him a great blessing.

Joseph finished school back in November but I just now got around to picking up his diploma. The teacher said he did an excellent job!! Now it's time to move on to kindergarten. Congratulations Joseph!!! Good job!

He also got a special picture and frame to remember his first year of school. At the bottom is a picture of his teacher Miss Anna and his class. By the way Joseph, your teacher said to tell you hi. All your friends are asking about you at school!

Three whole packs of sugar cookies!!!!! I grew up on these things. Wednesday nights as we came home from church when I was growing up, it was a special treat to stop and buy a pack of sugar cookies. The three of us boys would practically fight over these when we got home. We each got a stack of three cookies with our glass of milk. Good memories and great taste!!! Thanks Hannah for sending a little taste of home.