Once again, I’ve kept you waiting for another blog post. I honestly haven’t had much worthy of posting. I meant make today’s post about a week ago but once again I let too many other things get in the way of writing this. I’ll try to make this one good. Short and Straight to the point!
A week and a half ago, I went to visit my friends in El Paraiso over the weekend. Last visit I made, I was invited by the pastor of Amor Viviente church to stay in his house the next time I was in town. I now had the opportunity to take him up on his offer. Once again, I was struck by how much the church there had changed since me and the other students from Houghton had visited it back in 2008. Gone were the rough walls and cracked cement floor, the shabby roof and walls. And while the church building itself has changed for the better, the people there are the same warm, friendly people they were back then.
Nor was the church service itself any different than my other visits there. The church service started a few minutes after 6 p.m. but due to some heavy rain (it’s the wet season here now after all!) the church was slow to fill up. Every time I’ve visited a service there, it is full. In this case, ‘full’ means about 250 people in total, perhaps a little bit more. The service itself lasts a little over 2 hours. Much of that time is spent singing songs, led by the large worship team there. I’m generally indifferent to the kind of worship service there, but this church has so much energy and passion I end up enjoying it.
I also spent a good deal of my time there visiting my hosts from my first visit to El Paraiso. These two men live at opposite ends of the town. I had forgotten my map of the town back in Tegucigalpa (along with my jacket!) so I ended up doing a bit more wandering around the town than I should have. Thankfully, no one harmed me and several people tried their best to help me when I made inquiries as to the location of the business of my friend. The worst thing that happened to me was some people staring, no doubt wondering who was the strange white guy wandering around the town. Nor was I rained on. There was heavy rain just before I arrived in town. Had there been any, I would have been soaked, as I had to walk the half mile or so to the pastor’s house.
Once again, I had a wonderful time visiting El Paraiso and seeing my friends. I have no plans on going back there next year but I certainly hope to do so next year. Until then, I will probably be staying here for most of the time. After all, it won’t be long till I leave for home!