By Karen Wong

Written by Karen Wong, a vocalist from the team. I like it so much I'm reposting it here....

"it's been two weeks. suburbia has once again settled under my skin, the language that we speak of convenience does not need translation. but not everything is the same. and as i sit here sipping honduran coffee in an air-conditioned room reunited with my laptop i wonder exactly how i can write about the six weeks i spent with twelve amazing people, the four weeks of life that passed by in a drastically different environment.

should i tell you about mauricio, the national director of youth for christ in honduras, a man who lives and breathes a life of faith that many of us only read about, a man who was told over ten years ago that he only had ten months to live, and still tells that tale today, of a grace that offers more than eternal life? or about gabriella, a five-year-old girl living in a government center, her knees disproportionately shaped so that they cannot support her weight, a child who scooted her way across the center's floor to find her way into my arms and into my heart, a small soul just looking for love? what about the story of dorian, a man who passed by a concert seemingly by coincidence, broken and on his knees before His Creator, renewed by a love too deep for us to fathom, or the story of an orphan who found His Father in an unscheduled concert, a chain of events that could only have been orchestrated by One who knows all?
i cannot separate the story of honduras from the story of its people, a people loved by the same God who loves us. the God who moves in honduras is the same God here, and while it sounds obvious when written down, it's a powerful realization.

God is real. God is REAL. His love is deeper than the ocean más profundo que la mar and stretches farther than the sky, it endures and it endures. His presence is revealed when He parts the clouds to allow our concerts, when He restores electricity where we expect none, when our overweight and oversized equipment gets checked at the airport without comment. He teaches us to trust when half our equipment doesn't arrive with us in honduras, when we travel in hard weather on difficult terrain, when flying back to the states is delayed and uncertain. He grows us in the hard times, when we see death before our eyes and poverty within the reach of fingertips, when we suffer from stomach pains and heartache, relationships and discomfort. And He blesses us beyond imagination, with the people we learn to love, people with differences in behavior, culture, viewpoints, people who challenge us to grow, who share a part of their lives with us.

there is so much more that i could say, so many stories i could share, of hard times and good times and fun times, of ridiculous people doing ridiculous things, so many things i could tell you about the culture, about the country, about things i learned about myself and things that i learned from others. but those things pale in comparison to the revealing of God's glory and the work of His kingdom. i've seen the works of Our God, and He reigns, forever and ever."