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Agape Love

          So we've been here for three weeks now and life is pretty good. The culture here is very very laid back except when they're behind the wheel, but that's a story for another time.. Back to the blog, my team has been doing ministry in Los Pinos for the past 2 weeks which has been life changing. To give you a little glimpse, We as a team get ready to leave by Ten to make our way to this neighborhood the size of a small city, We pile into a small suv and get dropped off at the edge of Los Pinos. We then make a 20 minute walk up a hill to get to the houses of the we will be ministering to. At this point we are knee deep in poverty. I can guarantee that you have never seen poverty quite like this before. These people live in shacks which have been carved into the side of a mountain built out of whatever they can find. They have no running water, which means no toilets, and all their electricity is rigged from streetlights. There are a few streets to get in and out of the neighborhood but the only way to get to houses is via treacherous trails sliced through cliffs. These houses(shacks) have hardly any foundations, if that, and when it rains hard enough some go tumbling down the side of the mountains. Now this "glamorous" life isn't exclusive, I've met grandmothers, great grandmothers, pregnant mothers, children, and teens all surviving and calling this place their home. Notice I didn't mention anything about fathers, because there aren't any or they are as scarce as clean drinking water. This might seem like a big mountain to move but my God is the father to this fatherless city.

          We had made our way through three houses already and there we were, the three of us headed into a dark shack. We were about to meat the matriarch of all the women we just met, she was the mother of all of them. The grandmother of the Boys that live here in Zion's gate. As we made our way into this shack, darkness crept in all around us, I mean this place was heavy. We found this little old lady sitting on a bed all by herself surrounded by this darkness. It was all rather unsettling, trash stacked to the ceiling, and a bunch of drity dishes in a pile and she was in the middle of all of it. We asked her what she needed prayer for, she responded with a request for energy and happiness. We started praying for her and the whole room's atmosphere changed, with every prayer the room seemed to lighten a little. Tears started to flow from her eyes. You could feel the Holy Spirit enter this room and fall upon our new friend. We left shortly after. The very next day she was a completely different. She was outside looking at the view of the Honduran mountains feeding her grandchildren. Everyone living in the area was telling us how encouraging it was to see her so happy! Praise God! This taught me a lot. These people didn't need much, all they needed was somebody to tell them that they are loved, somebody just to say that they care. All we had to do to move this mountain of depression was to show them the love of Christ. Not some profound ground shaking theology, not money, not patronization, just that they are loved in Christ. So if you get anything out of this, if I got anything out of this, it would be the power of true agape Love. I thought I understood it until I saw what it could truly do. It can move these mountains, it can tear down these wall, and it can be there for this Fatherless city.