Category Archives: Prayer Request

Please Don’t Drink the Kool Aid

The good news is…I still have access to my WordPress! (Although, it does appear that three out of five providers here in Guatemala have blocked it.)

The bad news is…I’m so distraught and confused and frustrated and just plain ARRGGGHHHH about everything surrounding the situation in Central America right now, that I can’t even put together coherent thoughts to share.  I have been hearing and reading the most ridiculously slanted “information” about the ousted (former) Honduran president, Zelaya, that I almost feel like I’m living in some alternate reality where evil has become good and where, because the pretty talking heads say it’s so, a virus of head nodding and finger shaking has swept the globe…much of it led by people I respect.  It confuses me and pressures me for the first time in my life to want to ask:  who’s passing the Kool Aid?

For now, I start with this article, which should be read and spread to help break this zombie-like trance the world seems to be in now:

Zelaya’s self-serving lawlessness was ignored completely by OAS leadership and, as far as one can tell, by every government in the region that now dares to pass judgment on Honduras’ constitutional order.


My Dearest Wordpress: I think we’re breaking up…

It appears that while we have been in Honduras, WordPress has been blocked in Guatemala, where I reside and normally write from.  Today, I am stuck in Honduras with aspirations of returning to Guate tomorrow when, hopefully, normal forms of transportation will resume.  But this may be the last I am able to post here for awhile.  We believe WordPress has been blocked as it had been used by many Guatemalans to spread the word about the political situation there (see earlier entries below).  So…I feel in a bit of super surreal situation:  I need to leave Honduras (for a number of reasons…the top one being, obviously, the political instability here…).  But when I return to Guatemala, I will no longer have the freedom to post anything here regarding the government there or here!  And still the top two world news stories remain…Michael Jackson.   Great.  The irony…I seek refuge from a country in the throws of a military coup in an only-sightly-less-messed-up developing nation which will no longer allow me to voice my thoughts online about either of those real life situations and all anyone on the outside cares about is some dead 80s star.  Frustration reigns.

Struggling with WHY

I tend to believe that if it appears in The Wall Street Journal, it’s fairly  important…

unless, of course, it gets printed on the day Michael Jackson dies.

Today not even Iran matters, much less some place called Honduras…

unless, of course, you happen to be in one of those locales.

So while “the world” gasps and comes to a screeching halt because of the passing of a pop icon…

the REAL world probably won’t be quite as affected:

Honduras Lurches Toward Crisis

Deja Vu All Over Again

When we were denied bus service from Honduras for this coming Sunday, I decided to do some looking into it.  The “fijese” the kindly bus lady gave was that it was election Sunday.  Curious.  My Google search revealed that general elections in Honduras are held at the end of November (this year specifically on the 29th).  Curiously frustrating.  We really needed to get back on Sunday.  After a day of searching from here in Guatemala,  a country that shares a border with Honduras, these have been the first and only articles I have been able to find that explain what the big ruckus is about:

Thousands March Against…

Does Honduras Need…

Still curious.  Still frustrating.  And concerning…obviously enough so to cause Hedman Alas to cancel bus services for that day.  And even more so, begging this question in my mind…does a country have to possess either oil or nuclear capabilities to have its crisis noticed?

How Surreal was Your Day?

Mine couldn’t have been more so:

At 8:20 as the church service started, so did the earthquake; like all good Central American dwellers, we waited for the shaking to stop and then moved on.

At 9:00, I listened to a message given to English-speaking Christian church-goers about how not to be gripped with fear while living in one of the most dangerous countries in the world, which incorporated the Islamic proverb:  Trust God, but tie up your camel.

At 9:45, I left church to see someone’s private security guard in the parking lot making sure that that someone could be inside listening to a message about not being afraid without being afraid.

At 10:00 I boarded a city bus to sit behind the military personnel posted there so that gang members might not attempt to kill the driver.

At 11:00, I participated in a protest for justice and listened to people around me chant:  “no tenemos miedo…no tenemos miedo”  (we are not afraid…we are not afraid) as a number of them were flanked by personal security.

Once I digest all that, I’ll have more to say about the protest itself…

Where do I put this?

As if I hadn’t been struggling enough today with what justice means, what this whole movement is about, if I’m doing the right thing or being led by radical idealists, trying to look for direction through God’s word…along comes this article in today’s Latin American Herald, entitled…

Murders Up 15 Percent in Guatemala

Read the article or just check these stats it relates:

  • 2008 was the most violent year in Guatemala’s history
  • so far this year (Jan. – April), the number of murders has exceeded the number of 2008 (Jan. – April) by 15%
  • 2009 will likely see 1,000 more murders than last year’s total of 6,292
  • the first four months of this year have seen nearly 2,000 murders already
  • Guatemala (with 13 million inhabitants) has nearly the same murder rate as Mexico (which has more than 100 million  inhabitants)

Is something wrong here?  Obviously, yes.  But what do we do about it?  Does it matter?  Will God bring His justice?  Or is He already doing so?  How much blame can we hold against those who take the law into their own hands when they don’t see anything being done to help?  Is it wrong to even ask that?  How does justice get done?  Who should handle it?  Will we like the answers?  Where does forgiveness fit in?  Where do I put this?

The problem as God gave Habakkuk to see it:

God, how long do I have to cry out for help
before you listen?
How many times do I have to yell, “Help! Murder! Police!”
before you come to the rescue?
Why do you force me to look at evil,
stare trouble in the face day after day?
Anarchy and violence break out,
quarrels and fights all over the place.
Law and order fall to pieces.
Justice is a joke.
The wicked have the righteous hamstrung
and stand justice on its head.

Habakkuk 1:1-4 (The Message)

Will God’s answer here and now be the same as it was then and there?

Peace and Justice for ALL

Last night, around dusk, a crowd began to gather at the Obelisco, a well-trafficked area of Guatemala City ; the main hub leading to zones 9,10,13, and 14.  The event:  a candlelight march for peace and justice.  Prior to beginning, the organizers were approached by the press, but also by the police wanting to know what was going on and how long it would last.  It was a well-considered place for such an event.  The Obelisco is the home of Guatemala’s Monument to Independence, the base of which displays Guatemala’s Declaration of Independence as well as this statement:

“Guatemalan: This flame symbolizes our supreme desire for liberty and justice. Venerate it, respect, and never permit it to be extinguished.”

The flame, however, has long ago been allowed to burn out.

Prior to marching, the crowd sang the National Anthem.  Independently.  A capella.

As the darkness of the evening settled, everyone lit their candles and began walking the heavily-traveled circle around the Obelisco. The crowd, though not large, was able to completely encircle the area with light and continued marching around and around.  I was reminded of the story of Joshua and the walls of Jericho.

I don’t remember how many times we circled, but everyone: parents, kids, grandparents…all were content to do so peacefully as many times as we were allowed.

At one point during the march, the President’s motorcade rushed past, presumably taking him to meet with the president of Thailand who is in country right now. We were only blocks from the hotel where he is staying, and as a precaution, the police continuously circled us circling the Obelisco.  Interestingly, at one point, from one of the police trucks parked along our route, came a horn blast of support. The numerous killings of police that happen here go just as unpunished as the killings of “regular” people do.

When the marching was over, people were asked to leave their candles in front of where Guatemala’s eternal flame should be burning.

Justice makes no sense to the evilminded; those who seek God know it inside and out.   Proverbs 28:5

Peace and Justice for ALL