We’ve spent a lot of time on a bus this week. It was the best way to get a group our size around the area.

The dozens of boxes in the back are large amount of clothes we were taking to those who have nearly nothing in this world. Even though we had a lot to share, we quickly realize it wasn’t enough. Many were turned away which broke our hearts.

Why would we be willing to pay money to spend a week in a 3rd world country … riding on a hot bus … giving up the comforts of home, just feed & serve others? Because someone needs to do it (John 13:34-35).

How about you next summer?

Psalm 127 “Sons are a heritage from the Lord, children a reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one’s youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them.”

I’ve been blessed to have all my boys with me in Honduras this week. I’ve got to serve food to hungry people at the dump with Taylor by my side. I’ve built a house with Parker and watched him as he loved on little Honduran kids. I’ve mixed concrete and carried cinder-blocks with Connor as we built a cinder-block house together. And, I’ve worked along side of Cooper in one of our medical clinics.

What an awesome week it has been to serve other and do it along side my children. Honduras has blessed the Morgan family.

I like the part of the verse above that says, “like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one’s youth.” My boys are my arrows in my hands, and my ministry as a father has been to “aim” those arrows in the right direction.

What better way is there to “aim” arrows than serving others in Jesus’ name?

As with any arrows you aim, there comes a time when you have to do the hard part… let go. Arrows aren’t for saving or storing for display, but there for letting go.

I’ve got two sons that I’ve been aiming for 18+ years and next month I’ll be letting them go. Sad? A little. Proud? Beyond the shadow of a doubt.

The Morgan boys

Dr. Dee Green has spent his week in Honduras building houses and seeing patients in the medical clinics. He signed up to come to Honduras knowing full well that he’d be gone on his anniversary. Today he celebrates his 38th anniversary away from his sweet wife Susan.

I’m sure when Dee gets home he’ll make it up to Susan. But, all in all, he’s one of my heroes for coming to Honduras and serving others in the name of Jesus.

Happy Anniversary, Dee & Susan.

Tuesday’s medical & dental clinic was much more successful than I ever imagined. It was estimated that 500 people were seen. Poor people who can’t afford get help were helped. Our doctors, dentist, nurses and everyone else, were amazing. Several ladies did a VBS, puppet show & bible lessons with those waiting in line. We also handed out lots clothes and played soccer with a lot of kids.

This was the first time I’ve tried to some-what organize a medical clinic. We came with suitcases and suitcases full of medications. I thought we would have more than enough to do two medical clinics. But Tuesday we saw so many people that we gave away almost every medication we had. As great as that was, it put a dark cloud over today, because today we were to go up into a little village (even poorer than the first) and do another medical & dental clinic… but we had no more meds.

Yesterday my doctors told me, “We’ve GOT to do the second clinic, so buy the meds here in Honduras, and we’ll figure out a way to pay for them later.” So yesterday we went shopping, spent a thousand dollars we didn’t have budgeted, just so we could do another medical clinic today. I love their faith and I love the fact that needy people will be blessed today because of them.

(I’ll tell you more about our activities from yesterday a little later today.)

Line at the Medical Clinic

I want to share a quick story about a baby that was seen at our medical clinic that took place yesterday across from the dump.

The baby was 2 weeks old and the momma brought him in because she said he was sick. When our doctors saw him he they immediately noticed that the baby was lethargic, dehydrated and jaundiced. To make a long story short, the mother’s milk had never come in, and because she had no money for formula, she simply had not been able to feed her baby. For the first two-weeks of this baby’s life, the baby had nothing more than a few drinks of sugar-water and was practically starving to death. It didn’t take long for the doctors to figure out what was wrong and immediately they sent a crew to the market for formula and milk.

The baby ate and was sent home with plenty of extra formula to last for a while. There’s also a plan to send more formula their way. One of the doctors guessed that they baby wouldn’t have lived another week without food.

When asked, the momma said the baby’s name was Jesus, and she told them, “I’m so glad I named my baby Jesus.”

Lea holding baby Jesus.