The beauty of Honduras.


One of the best parts of our Honduran trip was becoming friends with many young people. Stephanie, shown reading from my book, Wind in the Pines, was one of our translators. We are working on a translation of my stories/devotions into Spanish.

This is the student body at the local school, Instituto Santa Anna. We were welcomed into every school and allowed to share openly about the gospel of Jesus Christ. We left copies of our books at the schools.



You never know what will occur during an Honduran church service. I preached over fifteen times and don't remember a service without a dog lazily trotting down the aisle.

We worked in four Honduran Baptist churches. These are the dedicated pastors of the churches. (L to R) Bro. Anebol, Bro. Elias, Bro. Elisio, and Bro. Juan. All hold secular jobs and receive no pay for pastoring.

A Zulu boy wearing my Dry Creek Camp cap. It's a long ways from home.

This orphan boy asked me as he rubbed my bald head, "Baba (Father) what happened to your other hair?"

Being called Baba by the orphans was one of the best parts of our South African trip.