They are great when they work...

Computers are great...when they work! Landon Roeder and Jonathan Smith traveled down on Thanksgiving Day from Nashville, Tennessee to spend 5 days working on our computers at our office. They have thrown around words and numbers that I have no idea what they mean but have produced a much better internet and network system for us at Mission Lazarus. They even wired and helped us get ready to make three additional computers available for our preachers and others who need to stop by to use a computer. Landon and Jonathan have put together those 3 additional computers which are on the shipment from Nashville which should leave very soon. I have enjoyed having them stay with me at the apartment. We have been to all the local restaurants which are safe to eat at and they have enjoyed some authentic Honduran food.

Shelly left for the States last Wednesday to be with her family for Thanksgiving and I will join her later for Christmas. If you get a chance, stop by Bath and Body Works at Cool Springs Mall in Franklin, Tennessee to say hello to her while she works. She is working there as holiday help to earn a few extra dollars for Christmas gifts. She was reunited with her baby, Tristan, on Wednesday also and sounds much happier now. Tristan has been in the States for 5 weeks without her.

Thank you Landon and Jonathan for repairing our computers! You have helped us more than imaginable. I think we have the best network in all of Honduras now!

Chad

Pictures of the past 2 weeks

1) Picture of the stage area at our annual area-wide church service where 800 people were in attendance.

2) Shelly made me a birthday cake for my birthday on November 12th. We had a party with our Mission Lazarus Team.

3) New school building built by the men from Indiana for a community near Mission Lazarus Refuge at Las Palmas Ranch.

4) Water heater for the house on our new coffee plantation, Finca San Lazaro, in the mountains.

5) Early Christmas at our Mission Lazarus school in San Marcos de Colon.

The MAGI BOXES have arrived!

A large truck full of Magi boxes pulled up to our warehouse late yesterday afternoon to be unloaded for children who have no idea that a gift is awaiting them. For the many of you who put together a box for these Honduran children, simply saying "Thank You" is not enough but you can know that you will make an impact on them that they will never forget. We are talking about thousands of children who will receive a gift this Christmas because of the caring hearts of so many individuals. Our warehouse is full! Thanks to you.

Christmas time in the States is a time for family for many and a time to give a gift or two to those you care about. Navidad in Honduras can be a day just like any other day, nothing special, but for those children who receive a gift, a simple box, it is not just a normal day. It is a day where those who pass out the boxes get to see the biggest smiles on children's faces because of someone in the States who took time to make a difference in their life. This opportunity for Mission Lazarus is one where relationships are built and the opportunity to share Jesus with others is started.

Thank you for investing in the children of Honduras. Thank you for caring about Mission Lazarus and our outreach. Thank you for sharing Jesus through a simple box!

Chad

It's not just milk. It's not just a cow.

We had a group of 11 men here this week from Indianapolis, Indiana building a school building in a nearby village from Las Palmas Ranch. They did a great job and have really helped us begin to build a relationship with those people. We have not been in the office all week so that is why we have not updated our blog until now. I did want to share the below quote from one of our school directors about the importance of milk for our school children. Our cows on Las Palmas Ranch are producing the milk for the children which many of you have helped purchase. You won't look at milk the same if you read the below.

I do have to say, "GO VANDERBILT. BEAT TENNESSEE!"

"Milk is a powerful nutrient. And it becomes so much more powerful when it comes with all the love with which you have sent it to us.

The way in which you have decided this day to help us, is a blessing that we do not have in our homes. But this blessing is now present in our school!

Each and every day we drink a glass of fresh warm milk. Some days we have extra milk to make caramel, cheese, or cottage cheese, all foods that we could not make before at our school, and are absent in our homes.

You should know that we never want to wake from this dream of always drinking a glass of warm milk each day and sharing homemade caramel with classmates during recess! At the same time, we know there are many children in our community that have the same need for milk as we have.

The Mission Lazarus Refuge at Las Palmas does a great work and we are very thankful to God for these projects and for you for seeing using the eyes of Christ and sending us this cow, knowing as you do that this cow is not just a cow."

Karla Moncada
Director Early Childhood Development Center
San Marcos de Colon

The New Barn

This past weekend we had a group of 10 guys from Lebanon, TN and Houston, TX come down to build the barn that we need for hay, tools and tractor storage. They put the roof on the barn and laid the concrete floor in the storage area. They also laid concrete flooring in the storage shed where all the horse supplies are kept. Here are some pictures of the work they did. Thanks guys for all your hard work!

...Priceless

(Written by Jarrod Brown, our missionary partner.)

Can I get two tickets to Heaven please, oh, first class, window seat please...

Three hundred sixty two thousand four hundred dollars. $362,400.00

In Honduras...

Average family lives on $1.17 per day.
Day laborers average $3.17 per day.
A banana costs $0.01.
Medical consultation with medicine costs $0.53 at the Lazarus Clinic.
$10,000.00 builds a nice church building.
$2500.00 builds a nice wood house.

Three hundred sixty two thousand four hundred dollars. That’s how much money was spent by Americans this year that came with mission teams for short term mission trips to Honduras.

I was born and raised in the church of Christ. I was baptized on July 12, 1987 at the age of 12. I was given a King James Version Bible with my name on it in gold. I read scripture, passed the Lord’s Supper, missed camping trips and ball games to be at church.

I had all of that but I had never let the Holy Spirit touch my heart. Change my life.

On a whelm I went on a mission trip to Honduras in July of 1998. My first mission trip. This was the first trip of the rest of my life. It’s hard to explain what happens, but a change takes place when you go to a third world country on a mission trip. In my case, I was helped much more than I was able to help the people we came to serve.

Now as a missionary living full time in Honduras for almost six years I get to see both sides of the short term mission trip. Let me see if I can explain it.

First from the point of view of the local peasant in Honduras.

The vast majority of the peasants in Honduras proclaim to be Catholics. Not because they go to church, know the creeds, or read their Bibles, but because it’s their culture to be Catholic. To pray to plastic figurines in their houses, and to have a brainwashed concept of what evangelical preachers stand for. But, the one thing that all of these peasants have in common is that America, the Great United, is the Promised Land. On any day in any village I, a Spanish speaking white guy with a four wheel drive truck, can draw a crowd to hear me preach because of their curiosity about Americans and their longing for the Promised Land. So when a group of Christians follows the Holy Spirit’s guidance, the Bible’s teachings, and their heart and they are baptized for forgiveness of their sins there is much persecution. Family members quit talking to them, neighbors criticize them. However when a group of Americans comes to a village to provide medical treatment, perform VBS activities with the children, or builds a house for a widow, the church is encouraged. That even though they live thousands of miles away, speak a different language, and live a different culture, they are brothers. All having been adopted through the blood of Christ.

Where evangelical Christians are not found on every corner but where everyone admires Americans, a visit of Americans to a young church can leave behind a sense of belonging, a sense of we really are doing what’s right, and the church is encouraged.

If you ever visit the humble jungle village of Las Pitas and you stay for church, you will receive the warmest welcome. Farmers who have a 3rd grade education and live entirely off the land will greet you with a big smile, a firm handshake from their leathery hands, and applause as they welcome you to their service, in the open air heat of southern Honduras. They are happy, honored; they feel privileged to have you with them.

Now from the point of view of the visiting American.

How can people be so excited about walking three hours to church, up and down mountains? How can they sing so loud, off key, and not care? How can flip flops be mended to get more miles out of them? How can 3 hours of church in 115 degree heat be enjoyable? How can barefooted children with busted toe nails love Sunday school so much? How can you live in a dirt house with a dirt floor?

How can you live without cable TV, high speed internet, and telephone in one package? How can you live without a blackberry? How can you live without a washer and dryer? How can you live without shoes? How can you live on rice and beans?

How can you love God so much? The answer is simple; they don’t have all the things in their lives that distract us from God. They can’t get it 90 days same as cash. They can’t super size it. They can’t ask Santa for it. All they have is God.

It’s intangible. It can’t be adequately explained with ink. How can you put a price on what’s its worth to finally understand what it means to be a Christian, to belong to a family that spans language and cultural barriers. To be able to experience Christianity in it’s purest form. Not worried about clothes, hair styles, new buildings, praise teams, politics, time limits, or meetings, just worshiping God. Is that worth Three hundred sixty two thousand four hundred dollars? No, no way, not on your life...It’s priceless.

Our mission is two fold, serve the locals with God’s love and minister to Americans who only have a third person relationship with God...No matter the cost.