I appreciate the following two stories that have been written recently about the dump. They are helping spread the word. Check them out when you have time:
We fly out for Honduras at 5:00 on Tuesday morning, and while I’d like to blog about something else, right now my mind is consumed with thinking about this trip. So I’ll share a couple of things I still remember from my last trip…
I still remember my last trip to the dump, a momma holding a little girl that couldn’t have been more than two. I remember looking at the little girl’s hair that was so filthy, matted and looked bleached out. I later found out that her hair (and many other kids) looked yellow due to malnourishment.
I still remember being shocked as I looked at some of the homes that people were living in at the dump.
I still remember just how dirty everyone was at the dump and just how bad the smell was. There was just no escaping the smell. I also remember the 1000’s of buzzards that were fighting for the same scraps of trash that the people were.
I still remember this little girl being SO dirty. I remember wishing I could take her home. I remember as she sat in the shade of one of our pickups, she was close enough for me to sneak her some extra bananas.
I still remember the Casa de Esperanza kids and the difference people are making in the lives of kids. The Casa children have all been rescued from living off the street, physical and sexual abuse and extreme poverty. You can’t help but noticing a HUGE difference between the Casa de Esperanza kids like Brayan from the kids at the dump. The dump is a dark place where you can feel the hopelessness, and yet the Casa kids smile, and you can see hope in their eyes.
I’m not sure what God will teach me on this trip, but I wrote the following in my journal from my last visit to Honduras, and it still motivates me.
“I’m realizing just how blessed I am in this world. I have an abundance of everything from food and clothing to material possessions. But I also realized that just “realizing how blessed I am” is not enough. Feeling sorry for the hungry and the poor of this world is NOT what Jesus was looking for from me. These people don’t need my sympathy or my pity, they need my compassion … the same kind of compassion that the Good Samaritan had, one that took action. For me to sit back and simply say, “How sad,” makes me no different than the Priest and Levite that passed on the other side. I must be the good Samaritan. I must take action.”