Honduras - Day 6

Our day began the same way many great days do—with breakfast at the hotel and anticipation for what God had planned next.

After arriving at the worksite, we had the privilege of blessing six families with new pilas. What may seem like a simple concrete wash basin is truly a life-changing gift, providing families with easier access to clean water for everyday needs. Watching these families receive something so practical and meaningful was a reminder that serving others often looks like meeting basic needs with extraordinary love.

While some team members worked with the pilas, others rolled up their sleeves and tackled fence posts on church property. There was plenty of sweat, teamwork, and probably a few muscles discovered that hadn’t been used in a while.

Lunch was served at the church, where we were encouraged by Pastor Alejandro, with Pastor Rigo translating. Both pastors expressed their gratitude for our team’s willingness to serve. Their words reminded us that ministry is never a one-way street—we came to bless, but we have been blessed beyond measure ourselves.

The afternoon VBS lesson focused on John’s vision of heaven from Revelation 21:1-7. The children learned about God’s promise of a new heaven and a new earth, where there will be no more crying, pain, or sadness. We talked about Jesus, the Alpha and Omega, who offers living water and wipes away every tear.

The lesson came alive through crafts featuring happy and sad faces and a lively game called “No More Tears!” The children laughed, ran, and learned together, making eternal truths unforgettable.

As if the afternoon wasn’t sweet enough already, Pastor Alejandro’s wife treated us to lemon tea and traditional Honduran snacks. Hospitality here isn’t just something people do—it’s part of who they are.

As the day continued, a bittersweet reality began to settle in: our time with these dear friends was coming to an end. It is amazing how quickly strangers become family when you serve, worship, and laugh together.

Dinner provided one more opportunity to gather around the table and enjoy another delicious meal catered by Carlos—fried chicken, rice, vegetables, and rolls. By this point, none of us were complaining about the quality of Honduran cuisine.

Before heading back for the evening, we took a short trip into the town square. There we witnessed a baptism—a beautiful reminder of God’s continuing work in people’s lives. We enjoyed ice cream treats, snapped a group photo in front of the Danlí sign, and soaked in every last moment together.

The theme of the day was “No More Tears,” yet by the end of the evening, many of us were struggling with exactly that. Not because of sadness alone, but because of gratitude. Gratitude for the families we served, the children who stole our hearts, the pastors who encouraged us, and the friendships that now span countries and cultures.

One day, in the new heaven and new earth, there truly will be no more tears.

Until then, we’ll treasure these memories—and maybe allow ourselves just a few goodbye tears along the way.