Moto for Mauricio

Alison is the youngest deaf student at the school in La Ceiba, Honduras. She’s precious and has quite the personality! At age three she has been identified as deaf in one ear and blind in one eye.  This is a very young age for identification in Honduras and because of this and her family’s love she already has the opportunity to go to school and learn sign language.  Her parents, Mauricio and Zenia, care for her dearly and travel on their motorcycle 30 minutes from a nearby village to bring her to school everyday.  They are also some of the only parents that have been to every sign class we have had.  That is until their moto was stolen at gunpoint.  Mauricio was out buying food for Alison’s mother after finding out she had diabetes and needed to be careful what she ate.

This family has remained positive and reliant on God throughout this whole process.

Please consider supporting this family to buy a new motorcycle so they can continue working at their jobs and for Alison to be able to attend school and have language.

Independence Day Parade

The deaf students at Emilia D’Cuire were asked to start off the Independence Day parade by signing the national anthem.  In February, none of them knew the anthem so it was a huge honor and we were so proud of them.

It is not uncommon for the deaf to be shunned and hidden away in Honduras, so this was an extreme tribute to these students!

More photos of the day here.

Flag Day

….in the United States is June 14 (I had to look that one up on wikipedia). What did you all do to celebrate the last Flag Day?  It can’t be better than how we got to celebrate Flag Day here in Honduras (September 1st).

A heavily celebrated day in Honduras, Flag Day, began at 4:50 am with gun shots,  at least thats what I thought I was waking up to.  I realized that after it continued for half an hour we were in the middle of a coup or they were fireworks.  It clicked, Flag Day! Of course, why else would we shoot fireworks off at 5:00 in the morning!

All the school children had their little Honduran flags in hand as they walked to school. Once at school we all lined up and waited 45 minutes for them to rig a string to raise the Honduran flag as it probably hasn’t been raised at the school since last September. They had a presentation about the meaning of the flag and having respect for it and then we sang the national anthem.

My class was apparently on display (I was informed just minutes before) to lead the national anthem for the school, yikes! (A little scary considering none of the deaf knew the national anthem 6 months ago!) Just last week we were asked to sign the national anthem to start of the independence day parade, September 15th, (quite the honor I must say) and apparently this was our test run! I love when they give me heads up on things!:)

Stay tuned for more about our independence day march, it’s gonna be good! They’ve got us wearing white button-down shirts, blue gloves, hats, and pants and little ribbon ties, and yes that includes the teachers. That’s gotta make for a few funny pictures of Amanda and I! We’ve been practicing so much the I have the Honduran national anthem stuck in my head for at least 20 hours a day (yes I dream about it too)!

our door decoration for flag day made by Zuly and Ana Luisa (while I taught the class...ha!)


One of the Austin Stone members and worship leader, Aaron, recently went back to Haiti where 2 of their children are from.  He wrote this e-mail to his wife. (You can see why he is such an amazing song writer as well!)

“This is the first time I’ve been here in 2 years.
It’s completely unchanged.
Other than the new road that leads to nowhere and the many buildings no longer here because of the earthquake, this place remains the same.

Same poverty.
Same brokenness.
Still over-run by orphans and the sick.
Still oppressed by darkness.
Still stuck in a vicious cycle of corruption and evil.

Nothing has changed.
It seems untouched.
Women still abused.
Children still sold for sex and slavery.
White people still taking advantage of the black man, and black men still bitter about the white man taking advantage.

Nothing has changed.
Trash still clutters the streets, and weariness clutters the human heart.
Darkness still hangs at the end of every street, next to smoldering rubber tires and gang fights.
The land is still Barren.
Trees are still distant memories to a lost generation.

Nothing has changed.
Children still wander the streets without food in their bellies or fathers in their hearts.
Missionaries still love and care for the forgotten, while America chooses to forget while saving their money for a new car.
Orphaned teenage mothers still cry for their newborn cholera-stricken baby’s fever to finally break.

Nothing has changed. Progress seems invisible.
But our God and His Kingdom are also invisible.
They aren’t made up by progress, governments, and paved roads.
His kingdom contains things like faith the size of mustard seeds.
Cities on hills.
Fisherman turned missionaries.
Women who pour perfume on dusty feet.
Peacemakers and forgivers.
Those who hunger not for food or drink, but for righteousness.
Friends that turn cities upside down with a crazy gospel.
And children who kill giants.
His kingdom is different.
The invisible here contains things like faith, trust, love, kindness, and generosity. And even though its invisible, I can see it.

So even though nothing has seemingly changed, everything is changing. And the fight must continue. So, we keep giving. And crying. And pleading. And hoping for Him to come back.

This we boast in… He is unchanged.”

Hopeful and encouraged that we serving a God that is unchanging!

(original post and application by Jamie Ivey here: