Friday, March 30, 2012

March 30 A Day as Tourists

Today we were not scheduled to visit with any of the Missionaries until in the evening so Derm and Viola acted as our tour guides and took us around Tegucigalpa and the Valle. We headed to the market in Parque Central which is home to St. Michael Archangel Church. Because we are close to Palm Sunday (which is the time we celebrate the resurrection of Jesus and marks the day he makes his triumphal entry into the City of Jerusalem and the people lined the trees with Palm branches) there were many merchants in front of the Cathedral selling Palm tree branches and wooden crosses.




We next headed up to El Picacho City Park which overlooks Tegucigalpa. There is an awesome view over the City. 





We ran into another Missionary who was taking a group of students from the United States on a tour of the Park. She had time to share some of her story with us. 


Our group shared Communion in one of the lookouts prior to proceeding to the huge statue of Jesus Christ that the park is famous for. We were in awe of the size of the statue and for what the statue represented. Jesus was overlooking Tegucigalpa with His arms spread out inviting the people to "come unto Him". 





Our driver quietly sat and prayed and worshiped at the feet of Jesus as did we all.










After we left the park we dropped in on a really good friend of Viola's and what a reunion. Your heart would melt at the love between two good friends who had not seen each other for several years. Viola wants to take Nuvia and her family home with her and Nubia wants Derm and Viola to stay in Honduras!


Then we had lunch at restaurante Asado's El Gordo on our way to El Valle where we became real tourists and visited some of the gift shops. 



Every where you go, there are armed police or security. I am not sure if it makes you feel safe that you are protected or unsafe that you need so much protection.


We did a little shopping in El Valle after which I sat at one of the cafes, had a coffee and people watched while Derm met up with one of the local business owners who was a good friend of his and while the others continued to shop.  Alvin Anderson from Manos Extendidas told me on our first day that all Hondurans stop around 3:00 pm and have a cup of coffee. I took Alvin's advice. 



We met with the three groups of Missionaries for dinner in the evening. It was a blessing and an honor to be in the presence of such visionaries who have gone to "the uttermost ends of the earth" to do the work that God has laid on their hearts.