Honduras, You're Breaking My Heart

Dear Reader, I promise I have always been honest with you, but I've been shielding you from many of the realities of what Honduras is really like. Please read with an open heart.

"There are 14 people living in that house"
It's smaller than my living room.
"You can't be serious."
"That's not an exception, that's the norm"
Honduras, you're breaking my heart. 

The child stretches out his dirty hand.
He feet are bare and his clothes are rags.
I know what he wants and what he needs.
Will he get enough to feed his family tonight?
Honduras, you're breaking my heart. 

"You can't trust the police."
"357 dead after fire destroys prison."
"Everyone wants something from you."
Thoughts float through my head and leak from my eyes.
Honduras, you're breaking my heart. 

Children fill the sidewalks, selling their wares.
"Why aren't those kids in school?"
"Food or education, pick one."
I'd choose food, so do they.
Honduras, you're breaking my heart. 

"Honduras has highest murder rate in the world."
I saw a motorcyclist laying dead on the road.
"My best friend was killed last year."
I feel the grief like a physical weight.
Honduras, you're breaking my heart. 

"My friends got robbed again."
Gangs run this country.
"A drug dealer lives in that house."
I don't walk anywhere alone.
Honduras, you're breaking my heart. 

They desperately needs Jesus.
But they don't need empty words.
I want to be Your hands.
I want to be Your feet.
Honduras, you've captured my heart. 

Matthew 25: 34-40


34 “Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. 35 For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, 36 I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’  37 “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39 When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’ 40 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’