Thursday, July 31, 2008

A Really Fun Day

With all the trips back and forth to San Pedro Sula and all the errands that have been necessary, I have not been able to be on a house site all summer. After devo this morning, Marc asked me to go to the warehouse to get a home box and deliver to the site where a house was being built today. I asked if I could stay and work since there were not too many errands today.
The house was being built in a village called Villeda Morales. Until yesterday, we had never worked in this village. And it just might be the village that gets the next church plant. Marc gave me directions and it was a beautiful drive. Deep in a canyon, surrounded by towering rocks and mountains.
When I arrived, there were two corner posts in and the crew wasn't huge. I knew I would get plenty of opportunity to work. I usually feed the wood to the people that are hammering. Today I was handed a hammer and put to work. There is a reason I do not usually hammer. I just can't get the right wrist action or elbow action or whatever action it takes to hammer. Today, I had the action down better and my nails were even in a straight line. I know you don't believe that Nicole, but it is the truth. I nailed all the way up one wall. I only hit my thumb once and got one finger caught on a nail head, causing a nasty cut. But that did not slow me down. When that wall was finished, trust me, I needed a break.
I was thinking I would rest and see what needed done. I was sure I was pretty much through. Lanetta had other ideas for me. She had me start on the window and that means I had to hammer those four inch nails. I have not ever tried that and it was hard work. But I was determined to drive those nails. And I did. I may not be able to move my arm tomorrow, but I did it. While I was busy with that window, a board from somewhere broke and and came flying out of nowhere and landed on me. Ouch.
After the house was completely finished, we prayed with the family, a mother and six kids. This family did not have anything and they were so grateful for the house and for everything. The lady told me she could not see and needed glasses. I need to do something about that soon. The home kit full of dishes, a skillet and many other items was given to her.
I had a great time today, not only getting to build on this house and working with some of my friends, but seeing the joy on the faces of the family receiving the house.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Projects in Sector Ocho

The new bridge (not bad for first time bridge builders)
The new bridge being used.

The clothing give away. People are waiting outside the church building.

Inside the church building.

Yesterday I drove up to Sector Ocho to see some of the completed work projects. I had not seen the new church since it was completed. And I had not seen any of the new bridge.

One Sunday while I was in San Pedro Sula, a group went to church in Sector Ocho. It rained the day before. The creek was flowing deep and wide, thus preventing many people from getting to church. Marc said many were crossing anyway. In all honesty, how many of us would have waded through knee high water to get to church. Also many children were not able to get to school on Monday because of the high water. Our group decided to build a walking bridge for the community and they were so appreciative.

I drove up there. What beautiful sights I saw. There were groups of children playing. There were some children with our team members. A clothing give away was being held at the church building. People were lined up outside the building eagerly waiting their turn to receive some clothes. Inside, clothing and shoes were neatly organized and several were being helped. I saw people walking to and from the church building across the new bridge.

It was great to be able to see these things happening and know the people of Sector Ocho are giving glory to God for their new church building, their new bridge and their new clothes.


Sunday, July 27, 2008

Five Years Later

July 2003

Not only was this the first time I came to Honduras, it is the year we built the church at Los Pinos. Today we worshipped there. Not only were we remembering that five years ago we were worshipping there for the very first time, the people at Los Pinos were remembering it as well. At times, it was just a bit emotional. Happy emotional. After church, one lady, through tears, told me she had been at that first worship service five years ago and been at every service since.

I love to go to Los Pinos once in a while to worship. This morning, as always, the singing was beautiful, the worship meaningful. It was a full house and would have been even if the Americans had not been there. In the classrooms, 120 sweet children were also worshipping God. I was late and when I got there, I could hear the angelic voices of the children singing in their classrooms. After church, there were four baptisms. Praise God. There were many of you that I wished could be there with us this morning, some of whom had a part in building the church building or the classrooms.

The church at Los Pinos is a beacon, the center of the community. Many things happen at that church building each week besides worship. There are community meetings, clinics, clothing give aways and so much more. Last week as houses were built in that community, the church building became a congregating place for some as they watched and listened to the activities in their community.

A kitchen was added on the side of the building last year. Every Sunday morning every child there is fed a hot meal. For many of those children it is the only meal they receive that day. For some it is the only meal they receive for several days. For those that prepare and serve that meal, it is a true labor of love. Preparing a hot meal for that many little mouths is not an easy task.

In the last five years, there has been a tremendous growth in that church, both numerically and spiritually. As the people of this church continue to reach out to the people in the community to help with physical and spiritual needs, God will continue to bless this church.

I was blessed, and I think many others were blessed to be a part of worship this morning at Los Pinos five years later.


Friday, July 25, 2008

A Day Hemmed in Prayer...

A day hemmed in prayer rarely comes unraveled. And on the converse, a day not hemmed in prayer unravels easily.

I had a hard time getting up this morning. Just a few more minutes and a few more minutes. When I finally got up, I did spend time reading my Bible and a few short minutes in prayer. But not that deep, tranquil time with God, sharing my burdens and concerns. The time alone with God that equips me for my day and gives me peace throughout the day. The time that strengthens me for whatever the day may bring. I thought that would be ok today because I really did need those extra few minutes of sleep.

While I did need the extra time, shortchanging my prayer time was not the answer. It was not long before I was unraveling. Things were bothering me that do not normally bother me. Nothing seemed to be going the way I wanted it to go. I forget where I am sometimes. I had another cup of coffee mid-morning. That really did not help. I had a meltdown. Not the kind of meltdown where I can gorge myself with chocolate. I had no chocolate on which to gorge. Just a crying, hysterical meltdown. That helped a little, but not significantly. I talked to Nicole. That always makes my day, but there was still something missing.

I should have been to Casa de Esperanza around 10:00 as today is payday for our employees and I knew they were anxiously waiting their pay. I arrived here at 1:00. I grabbed everything I needed and quickly began to get payroll done. I had other things on my to do list today as well. Paying the employees was most important. As I frantically rushed through the payroll, I remembered that lack of prayer time. I stopped everything and begin to talk to God. I could feel the tension leaving my body and some semblance of peace returning.

I cannot expect everything to run perfectly the rest of the day, I can just expect to handle it a bit better than I have thus far.

And a nap might help, too.


Thursday, July 24, 2008

A Memory House

Several years ago, as money was being raised to build houses, people began to raise money to build a memory house for someone they loved, either a family member or someone in their church. There have been a lot of memory houses built.

Shortly before we moved down here last September, a good friend from the Fairview Heights congregation died. We decided we would build a memory house this summer for Lee Jinkerson. Three of his children, one daughter-in-law, two grandchildred as well as his wife are in Honduras this week so they could build this house. We already knew part of the family. What fun it has been to get to know even more of them.

From the very beginning, I wanted to be part of building this house, but that was not meant to be.

Marc was the crew leader yesterday. The house was built in Zamorano near the Good Shepherd children's home. It was built for an employee at Good Shepherd that needed to a house and needed one close to work. As with any memory house, there were many tears shed. Sad tears, happy tears. From experience, I know many different emotions were experienced and shared yesterday.

Mr. Lee quietly served in our church for years. Serving with his hands; repairing, maintaining, keeping everything running. What an appropriate memorial, a house built with simple tools by his family and friends for a family in need.


Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Work, Work and More Work

The last two weeks have been incredibly busy. Last week a group of people from Kingsport, Tennessee and Lexington, South Carolina were here. They came with excitement and energy. They had raised money to build a high school in Nueva Oriental. They worked hard everyday last week on that school. They also built houses, distributed food, visited the hospital and blind school. Not to mention playing with kids everywhere they went and playing kickball with a bowling ball.

Eight people from that group stayed this week and continue to work on the school. I was there when the roof beams arrived today. I think they will get it finished before returning to the states on Saturday.

Saturday and Sunday most of the Mississippi group arrived. They are not all from Mississippi but the name has been around for several years. They have also worked on the school building.

Today I had to buy nails for the houses and deliver to the sites. Later in the day, I had to go to Nueva Oriental to do something else. This gave me the opportunity to see the work. Everywhere I went people were working hard and happy they were doing it. There was a slight delay on one of the house sites when I got my car somewhere it should not have been and it refused to come back out. Everyone had to leave the house site to help get my car up an almost vertical hill. Once that task was accomplished, work resumed.

When the buses rolled in this evening, two houses had been built, one had been finished from yesterday, 230 kids had been fed, several people had been visited in the hospital, the school was nearer finished and there were two baptisms, and Casa de Esperanza became the home for two more little girls.

We have been working on getting these little girls for some time. Today it happened. Marc and Miss LaVerne were the lucky people that got to go get them and take them to Casa. I can't wait to get out there and see them and hug them.

As I sit here with my computer, I hear others laughing and talking, filled with joy about what was done in the name of Jesus today. We will all rest well tonight and get up in the morning ready to get on the mountain again. And tomorrow will be another great day in Honduras.


Monday, July 21, 2008

Bus Strike

Yesterday the price of fuel went up again. It goes up every Sunday. Regular gasoline is now $4.18 a gallon. Supreme and diesel are much higher than that.

This morning at 4:00, Steve left for San Pedro Sula with 10 people from Lexington, South Carolina. He called about 10:00 to say that bus drivers and buses were blocking the roads in San Pedro Sula and he did not know if he would get the passengers to the airport in time. The people I was with immediately stopped and prayed about the situation. He got a Honduran to get in the van and direct him to the airport by an unusual route. He did get the people to the airport and all luggage checked in in time to make their flight. As he drove back to Tegucigalpa, he saw buses parked all along the highway.

This afternoon, as I drove back to town, I saw fifty or more buses parked along the highway. There were very few buses driving on the highway or in town. The bus drivers were striking. Striking against the high cost of fuel. Any bus driver that chose to keep driving his bus, the striking drivers would block the road in an attempt to not let him pass.

I am not sure what the bus drivers thought they were accomplishing. The poor ride the buses. If they could not get to work, they would not be paid, thus putting them another day behind.

I came to the mission house around 4:30 and have not left since. I do not know if the strike continues at this hour. I hope not. If the cost of fuel continues to rise, I am not sure what will happen.


Saturday, July 19, 2008


Yesterday I began my day at full speed. My mind, and my body, was racing with all the things that had to be done. Those boxes in customs needed to be dealt with. It was fruit market day. Had to be at the airport to exchange money at 1:00. The list was long.

At 8:30, Karen called and needed a key that I had in my pocket. I went racing back home. The kindergarteners had to dress as Indians for school. As usual when there is a big event at school, Casa de Esperanza was buzzing with activity. The ladies had worked all week on making these costumes and there was a last minute franticness that only a mother can understand. Dilcia was still sewing, Dilma was gluing. Everyone was busy.

Monica´s costume was made of leaves. She was so cute. She couldn´t walk in the costume, but she was so cute. Fernando had on a headdress which he had been wanting to put on since before he went to bed on Thursday night. Daniela had on a little fringed outfit. I did not have the camera with me. Karen said she had to march with them.

About an hour later, I was driving toward home again. They were marching right up the main street of Santa Ana. The whole class dressed as Indians, and of course several moms. Some had drums, not Indian drums, but drums. I stopped and watched the Indians march down the street. After they finished marching, school was dismissed and I went to claim the boxes from customs, which is another long story.


Thursday, July 17, 2008

The Blind School

Today my first stop was the customs office. The customs agent said the paperwork for the boxes was going to take all day. He told me he would do it and call when it was ready. Just for the record, we have not heard from him yet. I did a few errands and then was able to meet the group for lunch. I ran a few more errands and was through except for what I needed to do to get the boxes out of customs. I called Marc to see where the group was and he told me the blind school. I told him I was on my way.

Obviously, the blind school is a school for blind children and I haven't been there in years. The children are so adorable and so well-behaved. They sang for us and their voices are angelic. A few played instruments; piano, keyboard and a couple of others as well. It is a fun to place to visit. The children talk to you and feel you. If they come back by and feel you again, they might say I already know you. Someone gave one of the kids one of those great big stuffed caterpillars. It was so amusing to watch them feel each section and try to figure out what they were feeling.

Another little girl played frisbee with some of the boys from the group. She had a deadly spin on that frisbee. She would throw it and then hear it hit the ground and know the boys had not caught it. She would clap her hands. She caught the frisbee a lot more times than they did. I had a good visit at the blind school and was glad the customs agent was doing so much of the work for me.

After we ate (again), we all went to the Jesus statue for devotional. That is one of my favorite devotionals and I haven't been since April. Tonight was no exception. Devo was awesome.


Wednesday, July 16, 2008

More Happenings from Honduras

After living in the United States for over fifty years, we see things daily that are unbelievable. This week we have seen enough unbelievable things to last a lifetime.

Regularly, the kids here do not go to school for some reason or another. They only go to school half a day and to miss so much makes me wonder how much education they are getting. No one has gone to school this whole week. No one. No one in Santa Ana or Los Pinos or Nueva Oriental. The teachers did not get paid so they are not working. I can't say that I blame them. I do not think I would want to continue working if I didn't get paid. But what about the kids?

The policemen did not get paid either. They were stopping cars and asking people for money to buy gasoline for their vehicles. Teachers and policemen not getting paid are incomprehensible in the United States.

Yesterday, a major street was blocked at 5:30 p.m. for a political rally. I would not have been too happy about that no matter which party it was, but since it was the party I don't like, it was even more irritating.

Normally, the electric company brings a bill here to Casa de Esperanza and a day or two later, I go to the bank and pay the bill. I knew a bill had not been received and I had asked around and really did not know how to go about getting the bill without it being brought to me. Today, I was in Tegucigalpa running a few errands and Marc called and said the man from the electric company was at Casa and if we did not pay our bill within the hour, the electricity would be cut off. Temporarily, I forgot about all errands and headed toward Santa Ana. A group of students was protesting and had another major thoroughfare blocked.

I got to Santa Ana and found an old paid receipt from the electric company and went racing to the bank in Ojojona. I was told I could not make a cash payment for 20 or 25 minutes. I was also told to leave and come back. I know about 20 or 25 minutes in Honduras. I waited 35 minutes and went back. I was told it would be 5 more minutes, would I please wait outside in a chair. I could not even stand in the bank. When the 10 minutes were up, I was called back inside the bank. The account number was entered and the amount due was huge. The ladies in the bank did not think they could accept that large of a payment. It took several phone calls and much discussion for me to finally walk away with a paid receipt.

Before I left for town again, I found out Russell really needed to see a doctor. I drove him to the clinic in Ojojona and, a few minutes later, we left the clinic laughing and seeking another option. What he was told he needed to do, I don't think anyone would have done. We drove to the pharmacy, explained his symptoms, and, after paying, walked away with antibiotics. You think that would have happened in the states.

After a couple of normal errands, I went to pick up a package at DHL. I got the paperwork on the package. Tomorrow, I have to go back to DHL with a customs agent. It will be decided what I owe for these packages. Then I have to go to the bank at the airport (the bank at the airport is the only bank that will accept customs fees) and pay the fees in cash. Then I have to return to DHL with the customs agent to get the packages. I cannot imagine how much time this will take. Be thankful, really thankful next DHL or UPS delivers your package to your front door.

After the bank and the DHL experience, I started laughing. I could not help it. I could not make up something like this. It was just so unbelievable and we live with this daily. But in a country that has 30% unemployment, I guess some of these crazy things help keep a few people employeed.


Monday, July 14, 2008

Early Morning Sights

In a country where thousands of people do not have electricity and it is daylight before 5:00 a.m. and dark shortly after 6:00 p.m., the country as a whole starts its day early. I am an early riser, but rarely am I pulling out the gate before 6:00 a.m. on a weekday. This morning I did leave that early.

In Santa Ana, and all down the mountain, there were dozens of people waiting on the bus. Waiting for a bus at six o'clock in the morning so they can maybe be to work by 8:00. I saw men carrying shovels and hoes as they walked to work. I saw other men carrying machettis. Once upon a time I was afraid when I saw a man carrying a machetti; now I know he is just a working man walking to or from work. A machetti is used to cut grass. Talk about back-breaking work.

I saw women and children, some quite small, hauling the water and the wood. Women washing clothes by hand on the pila and cooking over woodburning stoves. There were the wood sellers loading their donkeys with wood so they could ride up and down the street trying to sell the wood and, hopefully, at the end of the day have enough money to feed their kids.

I saw more than one man yoking his team of oxen and by the time I got to Comayagua, I saw several oxen carts pulling their loads of wood or dirt or other heavy items. Of course, I saw men herding their cattle right through the main street of Santa Ana. But we see that all the time.

The street cleaners in their bright orange vests had their frayed brooms sweeping every leaf and bit of dirt out of the streets and business driveways.

I saw many things I would never see in the United States. And it was just another reminder of how hard the Honduran people have to work.


Thursday, July 10, 2008

Fernando and Brenda

Recently Casa de Esperanza hired the first set of houseparents. A few months ago, we decided this was something we needed to do. Initially, we were surprised how many people expressed and interest in doing this. When we found out Fernando and Brenda were interested we were delighted.

We have watched the past several months as Fernando and Brenda have worked tirelessly with Dorian in our church. We can see they have done an excellent job with their own kids who are 12 and 16. We could see they had a love for God and a love for kids that seemed to be just what we were seeking. After an interview with Marc, Karen and Dorian, and much prayer from everyone, Fernando and Brenda decided to accept this position.

They are not yet living at Casa de Esperanza, but will be in less than a month. They work six days a week with the kids. They asked for Saturday off so they could still be involved in the visitations and Bible studies that happen every week. They did not want to have to choose between the kids and working with the church.

I have had many opportunities to witness them with the kids. I have seen them patiently helping with homework. I have seen them snuggling with one and comforting another, and loving all.

Casa de Esperanza is definitely blessed to have Fernando and Brenda as our first set of houseparents.


Wednesday, July 9, 2008

The Airport

As most of you know, the airport in Tegucigalpa has been closed since May 30. It has created hardship on many people in Tegucigalpa. It has created hardship on summer groups coming to help this country. It just has created hardship all the way around.

I have worried about the people out of work due to the airport closure. I have driven back
forth to San Pedro Sula at many different times of the day and night and been too exhausted to move the next day. Marc and I have been talking the logistics of getting these last few groups to and from San Pedro Sula when they are not coming and leaving the same day.

I have spent countless hours the last two weeks on the telephone with the travel agent trying to get all these tickets changed into San Pedro Sula. I have been frustrated that things were not happening faster. I had people that needed to know their itineraries. I finally got all the Continental passengers' changed itineraries to them. I still was not getting the ones on American. Today I had an email that all American tickets had been reissued and I would be receiving them by email shortly. I spent over 4 hours day today emailing all these itineraries. All but one. Some things in America work like things in Honduras. When I hit send on that last email, I felt like dancing.

Saturday the papers all said the airport was reopening. We did not know when exactly and there were several restrictions. So many restrictions that I did not pay too much attention, thinking it would never apply to the groups at this late date.

A few, brief minutes after I hit the send button on that last email, Marc called. He was at the airport and had just talked with people at the Continental counter. They say they begin flying into Tegucigalpa Monday, but only on Mondays, Fridays, and Saturdays. Do what? Does that even make sense? I was stunned into silence, if you can believe that. Talk about a logistics nightmare. Some people coming to San Pedro Sula, some to Tegucigalpa. I regularly forget what day of the week it is. I will end up in San Pedro Sula on the day I should be in Tegucigalpa or in Tegucigalpa when I should be in San Pedro Sula.

I am happy for the people that have been out of work for over a month. But my mood of wanting to dance, quickly changed to one of not knowing whether to laugh or to cry. Of course, all the cliches I regularly say apply here. Welcome to Honduras. It is what it is.

For all you guys that are coming in the next two weeks, your travel plans remain the same until you here otherwise. It is going to be an awesome month and the devil is scared and he is trying to derail the work that God planned for us to do in advance.


Saturday, July 5, 2008


Not long ago, a friend sent me an email which contained this article

The History of Aprons

I don't think our kids know what an apron is.

The principal use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath, but along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven.

It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning dirty ears.

From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in th warming oven.

When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids.

And when the weather was cold, grandma wrapped it around her arms.

Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove.

Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron.

From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls.

In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees.

When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.

When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.

It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that "old-time apron" that served so many purposes.

Author Unknown.

If you are much younger than me, you will not remember any of this and, perhaps, have never worn an apron. We don't use them in the United States much any more. I think that is because we now have so many clothes we don't have to worry about not getting them dirty and our clothes can be easily washed.

I have noticed that many, many women in Honduras wear aprons. All the time. Of course, they don't have many clothes and they cannot easily be washed. There is no street cleaning machines here. The streets are swept clean by people. All of the women street cleaners wear aprons. All of the women at the fruit market wear aprons. I see all kinds of women doing all kinds of things wearing aprons. Pretty aprons, with ruffles and frills. I think they wipe their hands and dry their children's tears and maybe clean some dirty ears and who knows what else.

Today at the market, the girl I buy cheese from had on a pretty orange apron. It was festive. She was dipping cheese all day long. Today I noticed her mood was festive as well. It matched her apron.

Someone suggested we sell aprons in the store. Karen and I tried to explain that Americans would not buy aprons. She did not understand and was confused.

I know there are practical reason why so many women here wear aprons, but I have found it is kind of fun to see the pretty aprons they wear while working. And even reminds me of days gone by, as both of my grandmothers and my mother often wore an apron.


Friday, July 4, 2008

July 4th

July 4th. Independence Day. This day has long been one of our favorite holidays. When our kids were young, and as they grew older, and when they were no longer living with us, this was a special day. It always involved food and fireworks. Fireworks in St. Louis or San Francisco or West Point, Mississippi, depending on where we were living.

I hope everyone stops and thinks about what today really means. It is more than a day off or as the case this year, a long weekend. Think about independence. What does that mean. In the United States that means freedom to do just about anything one chooses. Thousands have fought and died to maintain that independence. Are we grateful for that independence? I hope so.

I live in a free country now. But not in the same way the United States is free. There are free elections here. There is freedom of speech, press, and religion. And I thank God daily for these freedoms. There is freedom to move about and travel. But the president can choose to close the ariport and keep it closed. The government chooses to hold the majority of the population hostage in the chains of poverty. For most of the impoverished there is little to no hope of ever breaking free from the cycle of poverty that enslaves them. People that work long hard hours and make almost nothing, hoping their daily wages will feed their children at the end of the day. Or buy their school uniforms and fees. An education for their children might be the only hope of escaping this cycle. The uniforms and fees are expensive for someone that makes three dollars and fifty cents a day, another way the government chooses to restrict people and keep them in poverty.

Today, as you feast with family and friends and, possibly, watch fireworks, think about each and every freedom you enjoy in the United States. And then get on your knees and thank God for each one of them.


Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Back to the Dump

Today I went back to the dump to feed people. This is still a heart-wrenching experience. It is so hard to believe that people that are made in God's image, just as I am, can find themselves in such a desperate situation.

The AIM team has committed to feeding these people once a week. While they are going out there every week, it has been a few weeks since I have been there. The landscape had changed. I guess that happens in a dump. There was more garbage closer to the road. There were more shelters made of sticks and garbage bags or other plastic. It is the rainy season and I guess these shelters offer some kind of relief. It rained hard on and off while we were there. Dozens of people crowded into the shelters. Maybe that kept a few dry during the day, but I cannot possibly imagine that would keep anyone anywhere near dry during the night.

I try to interact with the people, but today I observed and reflected. I watched the AIM team and the Torch interns as they handed out food and water. Many people now know Marc's red truck. They know we are bringing food and water. Some people start heading for the truck the minute they see it. The interns and AIMers are getting to know these people. Know some by name. Can visit with them in limited spanish. They get the food and water and walk down to some of the people to give them food and water. I watched as these kids sincerely touched and talked to these people in the most desperate of situations. I watched as they so kindly and lovingly handed food and water to people, making sure the kids, the handicapped, and the aged received some. How far we have come since that first dump feeding.

I was proud of these kids. You would have been proud, if you could have seen them. I think my observing taught me much about each of the Torch interns and the AIM teams.

The AIM team has big plans for this ministry. They plan to continue serving these people food once a week, but they plan to serve a hot meal once a month. Please pray for the dump ministry.