Friday was the day that we got to visit with our sponsored children.
For a lot of people on the trip, there was a great deal of anxiety. Meeting your child is a big deal. So few children and sponsors ever get to meet, so I can understand why it means so much.
I met Jocsan almost four years ago, when I first came to Honduras. He was shy, a little withdrawn, but a really sweet kid. After we parted ways last time, I’d hoped I’d get to see him again someday.
Friday was that day.
This time, though, it wasn’t just Jocsan; it was his sister, Loren, too.
Loren is nine years old and she was very shy. She was quiet almost the entire time that we were together. Not that I blame her; the experience is incredibly overwhelming.
“Here’s the Canadian who sponsors you! Be excited! And… Go!”
That’s not what happens.
Armin (my interpreter) and I met the two kids and their mom at the Wonderland water park in San Pedro Sula. They’d travelled all the way from Tegucigalpa, roughly a 4.5 hour drive (with a lot of winding roads). They got permission from their school to take Thursday and Friday off for this, but their mom, Bessie, said that even if they hadn’t, they still would have come.
We played in the water park for about three hours before lunch, just having fun and talking whenever we had opportunities. The kids, honestly, didn’t have a lot to say because (as I said) it’s kind of overwhelming.
I spent a great deal of time talking with Bessie. She’s a really nice woman, very friendly; you can tell she loves her kids a lot. She grew up in a Christian home with ten siblings (two brothers, ten sisters). She and her husband, Nelson, are doing a wonderful job with these two children.
After lunch, we gave our kids their gifts—backpacks full of useful materials (and some toys, too!). We talked more about family, church, life… and the kids brought a gift for us, as well. Jocsan gave us hair berets and elastics for Abigail, and Loren made two very special picture frames for us.
Toward the end of the trip, we had an opportunity to say a few parting words. Jocsan had asked a while back in a letter about my favorite story or verse of the Bible. This is a hard question to answer for me since I love all of it. All this week I’ve been thinking about Revelation 7:9-18, particularly 9-12:
After this I looked, and behold, a great multitude that no one could number, from every nation, from all tribes and peoples and languages, standing before the throne and before the Lamb, clothed in white robes, with palm branches in their hands, and crying out with a loud voice, “Salvation belongs to our God who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb!” And all the angels were standing around the throne and around the elders and the four living creatures, and they fell on their faces before the throne and worshiped God, saying, “Amen! Blessing and glory and wisdom and thanksgiving and honor and power and might be to our God forever and ever! Amen.”
I took a moment to share this with the family because it’s such an encouragement to me. In this passage, we see the great multitude worshipping God and the Lamb together. And for those of us who have been saved by Christ, that’s where we will be. I have hope that, even if we do not get to see each other again in this life, we will see each other again there, where we will join the chorus, saying, “Blessing and glory and wisdom and thanksgiving and honor and power and might be to our God forever and ever! Amen!”
When we left, I had one last opportunity to share with the kids how special they are.
I believe that God has big plans for these two. I’m blessed to be a part of it.