The following is my journal during our recent travels to Honduras, which I sent to the members of the synod Global Missions Committee, which I wanted all of you to see:Mary, my wife, and I left Suttons Bay early in the afternoon of Wednesday, November 11 (Veterans Day), and drove to Grand Rapids where we picked up the plane for our first leg to Houston, Texas. We had a 13 hour layover, so we rented a room at La Quinta Hotel near the airport. The next day we returned to the airport around 7:00 am and picked up the plane for Tegucigalpa, Honduras.
We arrived a little after Noon on a sunny day in Tegucigalapa. Josefina was there to meet us, though we did not see her right away. After a 45 minute car ride from the airport through the mountains south of the capital, we arrived at the Kellogg Center, part of the
Zamorano Panamerican Agricultural School. This school was purchased by the United Fruit Company and includes a 1500 acre estancia that has been turned into a world renown agricultural school for kids 17 years and older. It is simply beautiful, with open stone buildings all over the main campus, and farms all around for the students to learn and attend. Students come from all over the world, but mostly from the US and Latin America. Every one of them greet each other and the guests with a hello every time they pass you. They are the cream of the crop throughout the western hemisphere, and many or most are on scholarships of one kind or another. It costs $15,000 a year, and the education, food, and housing is simply top notch.
When we arrived the dining room was filled with foreigners, representatives from LWF, ELCA, the Swedish Church, and Lutherans from throughout Central America, to participate in a round table event just three days before the ICLH's annual assembly. Most of them stayed for the assembly and then headed on to El Salvador for a similar round table event with the Lutheran church there.
Josefina took us to our room in the Kellogg Center where we relaxed for an hour or so to get ready for the opening worship at 5:30 pm. The room was exceptional, with a widescreen television, our own shower and a queen-size bed. I felt like I had not left the US, the room was so well put together. We walked around the grounds of the Center for a bit, took a few pictures, and then met Josefina and another large crowd that walked about a 1/4 of a mile to the chapel of the Institute. The chapel was a beautiful building, with the sides open to the grounds around it, six narrow but tall stained glass windows in the narthex, and a huge balcony. Obviously they must fill this place on Sunday for Catholic mass.
The worship service began on Honduran time, closer to 6:00 pm, and included the leadership of their two newer pastors. I thought I knew most of the songs sung in Latin American Lutheran churches these days, but was I wrong. I did not know any of them. The spirit of worship was quite evangelical in nature but with a strong "liberation" element to it, the clergy were vested only in clerical shirts and colorful Honduran stolls, and there seemed to be more confusion during the service than I had expected. But the congregation knew the songs quite well, even if the melody was difficult to make out, and they sang with enthusiasm and life. I was asked to help with the distribution and many people, foreign and Honduran, lay and clergy, participated in the leadership of the event. Worship ended with the passing of the peace, Honduran style, which means everyone greets everyone else, si or si. The day ended with a very typical Honduran dinner (we were told). Mary and I returned to our rooms tired, and ready for some much needed sleep.
Observations: I was really wanting to worship in this opening service, expecting something better organized. I was surprised to see that the new pastors knew less about worship leadership than the members. They seemed to be well prepared theologically, but their pastoral, worship skills have not yet been honed. Nonetheless, the Honduran members were enthusiastic, joyful, and appreciative of the opening worship event.
Mary and I felt a bit like fish out of water, knowing only a few people there, but we figured that would change when we had the chance to get to know more of the people during the next few days of meetings and meals.
We both noted that there were quite a few young people present, some elderly, a good mix of clergy (I use that term loosely), and quite a mixture of social-economic levels. We were glad to be there, and we were looking forward with anticipation to the next several days.