My involvement with our new friends in Honduras didn’t end when I left their beautiful country. The communications continue. Here’s what happened the other night.
It’s about time for bed. The phone rings. Who would call at 10:15 PM? It is Pastor Elio in Honduras calling (they are two hours behind our time). We greet each other and inquire into one another’s wellbeing as is the custom. I start asking questions. How is the construction on the church going? Is the roof on yet?
Then Pastor Elio speaks. There has been an accident. One of the welders fell from a truss and three trusses came down and have to be repaired.
I asked, “What about the man who fell?”
Well, we thought he was dead. He lay on the concrete not moving. We all gathered around him and I [Pastor Elio] began to pray for him. Suddenly the welder opened his eyes and then he got up. He said he thought he was OK, but we took him to the hospital for a checkup.
No broken bones, no head injury — just bruised all over! Does that sound like a miracle? It does to me.
The church paid his hospital bill and gave him a week’s pay [from construction funds] so his family could eat while he was recovering. Now the funds have been reduced because of the accident and the extra time and materials needed to fix the trusses and buy some joists and build some central columns to make the roof safe and strong. But a God who can protect a man from injury and death can provide the extra funds to finish the Upper Room Church in Barimasa.
If there are further developments to report, I’ll be back to report them. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading about my mission trip to Honduras as much as I’ve enjoyed sharing with you. Thanks and God bless, Sylvia