“What does ‘middle’ mean?”

“What does ‘middle’ mean?”

Remember when you first learned of something that made you say, “Wow!”? Something that made you pause.  Something that changed your whole perspective of life as you knew it.

I feel like that happened a lot more when we were young when so much was so new, before we became cynical or unfazed by the many things that cross our ears that we either choose not to care about or have become so use to that it seems like nothing spectacular.

It started with a simple question from one of the deaf women while at the office last week…”What does ‘middle’ mean?”, she said while pointing to the sign in a new sign dictionary.

Looking for an example within reach, I put my phone between two pencils on my desk and signed, “My phone is in the middle of the pencils.”  She gave me a confused look and I came up with a similar example labeling it again, the cup is in the middle of the books.”  She paused for a second and signed, “Like at school you sign ‘middle America’?”  I understood her question.  We had been studying at school the relationship of Honduras to the rest of the world.  We have a map of the world, one of Central America (also signed “Middle America”), a map of Honduras, and a map of the individual departments and cities in Honduras.  She was busy helping me with materials and missed the whole lesson.

I took her into the other room with the world map on the wall and showed her about North America and South America and that the countries in between (including Honduras) were called Central (middle) America.  She commented on how small Honduras looked compared to North America.  I pointed out Russia and China as well and her eyes got big trying to put into proportion those countries with North America.

In church they have been learning about the “12 Truths of the Christian faith”, the first being “God the Father is almighty, maker of heaven and earth.”  She commented on how God must be really powerful to make the whole earth with all those big countries on it.

I smiled and turned to my computer on the desk and Google searched “Photos of the solar system” and came up with this.

I pointed out earth to her and she asked if that was real.  I told her that that particular photo was not real but all planets were real.  I typed in another search of “real photos of plantes” and came up with these.

Each one I showed her she seemed to marvel more and more at having a different facination with each.  The sun was “so bright and big” and some of the other planets so “colorful” or “bare”.  After she closed her mouth in amazement she asked me again, just to make sure, if that was true and those were real.  I told her yes and that God made them all!  She saw a photo that showed up in the search of the milky way and asked what that was.  I told her stars and she said, “God made those the 4th day”.  They have also been learning the bible stories of Genesis and was excited to make the connection.  She seemed to sum it all up so perfectly with her eyes still wide trying to comprehend it all, “And that same God is our Papa in heaven that watches us and cares for us!” Yes, Amanda, yes He is.  I don’t think we stop to marvel at the things that God has made, what God has done in our lives and what God is doing in the world right now. R. C. Sproul writes, “Men are never duly touched and impressed with a conviction of their insignificance, until they have contrasted themselves with the majesty of God.”

I hope you take some time to realize your insignificance so that he might become greater as you realize the majesty of our God.

“What comes into our minds when we think about God is the most important thing about us.… Worship is pure or base as the worshiper entertains high or low thoughts of God. For this reason the gravest question before the Church is always God Himself, and the most portentous fact about any man is not what he at a given time may say or do, but what he in his deep heart conceives God to be like.” -A.W. Tozer

“For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse.” (Romans 1:20)

Help us go to language school!

Now that we are getting settled into our roles here we need a little more language to get things done around here!  Although we are picking up some from our daily interactions with the community, we are hoping to spend some more focused time studying the language.  We are looking at taking Spanish lessons at a local language school for a few hours a day for about a month.  We feel this would make us tremendously more productive and useful to Signs of Love and the community if we better understand the spoken language as well as the sign language.

“Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it.” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson


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5 Little Monkeys (x5)!

This was a “Plan D” kind of

day (after Plan A, Plan B, and Plan C didn’t work):)

Ana Luisa was out for the week with Dengue fever and Amanda and I had her kids as well!

So we read 5 Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed (a little young for my students, but they had never seen someone read a book like that before)!  When we finished the older students acted it out for the younger and then the younger ones did their own little play for us:)  It was super cute and many of them got the sequence of first we sleep and then we jump!  It looks a little like organized chaos but it was pretty good considering it was the first time doing drama with little direction from me!

5 little monkeys sleep

the little ones "sleeping"

Daniel has Arrived

(This is all coming from Daniel’s mouth btw)

Welp… I’ve made the leap. I’d be completely lying if I said I wasn’t partially terrified when I boarded a plane in Miami to Honduras realizing that I was leaving the country that I’ve lived in for about 24.9 of my 25 years of life. But then I think about the early church in Acts… how terrified they must of been when they walked into a city with a bunch of angry people with large rocks, clubs, and swords ready to rain down on them. Paul being drug out of the city because they literally thought he was dead. I think about those things and it really puts “being afraid” about going on the mission field in huge perspective. It helps when one of the first things you see when you arrive in your new home is your beautiful wife. Words can’t describe how happy I was to see Jess again after 3 long weeks apart.

The one worry I’ve had is that I came to Honduras having an idea but not fully knowing what was expected of me as far as actual job/tasks. I then slowly began to realize that in actuality my personality was born for that. I’ve enjoyed this week waking up and having some idea of what I’m doing but most of it is just going with the flow of wherever Signs of Love needs me. So far that has largely involved driving, I love to drive so this definitely works. These past few days driving along the northern coast of the country has given me a real sense of how creative our God is. Going from the ocean, to the rivers, to the rain forest, to the mountains, to the orange groves all in 1.5 hours of driving. Every part of this lusciously green country thought of by Him, created by Him. One thing so far in these country I’m not understanding though is pot-holes. Not just small pot-holes, but pot-holes so big someone could probably be buried in most of them. Sometimes it can make driving seem like navigating a mine field at 60 mph.

I’ve spent a majority times with 2 native Honduran deaf leaders from Signs of Love in the villages. The first day we actually couldn’t make it to the village because bridge workers had gone on strike and completely blocked the roads so no one could pass. The past two days though we have made it and it’s always a humbling experience being in the villages, you just need to see it to understand, I can’t really put it into words. The kids have had fun with the “big white guy” though… some taunting… some laughing… a lot of staring.

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I enjoyed seeing the kid with the Dallas t-shirt on, even though he had no idea where it was when I asked him and gave me a blank stare when I told him that his shirt says the city where I was from.

I don’t know how else to put it other than I feel at peace here. Living in God’s plan is a really cool thing. It’s only been a week, but it seems much longer. I look forward to what God puts in front of us tomorrow, the next day, the next week, the next month, and the next year, as it’s sure to be a great adventure that I’m thankful to be able to experience with my wife.

Deaf Church

Deaf Church is a unique experience filled with deaf-led unscripted worship, the rhythm of drums,

passionate & challenging messages,


prayer for the sick,

sharing, learning and growth!

This past Sunday it included a welcome for Daniel!

(again thanks Jon Tan for the photos in this post!)

Photos from School

(all photos in this post taken by Jon Tan…check out his adventures through Central America serving NGOs with his photography skills @ www.jontheroad.com)

the older half of the class learning the 5 senses for observation in science

practicing the 5 senses (how does popcorn look, feel, taste, sound and smell before and after microwaving?)

school is out for the day (11:00)