Evangelica

Yesterday, September 15, was the Independence Day of Honduras. Like in the US, there were parades. They are different here in that there are no floats. It's just groups walking and high school bands marching. The Post High group at La Gran Comision wanted to be in it to evangelize. They had never done this before and my sisters were very excited. I did not want to go because I was afraid that there would be tear gas. (You just never know how the crowds are going to be and if they are going to get out of hand...) It was also way out of my comfort zone. When it comes to evangelism, I think that it's great and that we were called to it, but I like how St. Francis of Assisi put it: "Preach the gospel always, and when necessary, use words." I have a hard time walking down the street shouting Bible verses (in Spanish) and singing songs (in Spanish) and chanting (in Spanish) and handing out tracts. I had never done something like this. But there was a gringa in the Independence Day parade in the capitol of Honduras--me. I felt a little awkward, but it was a good experience. (and there was no tear gas in Tegucigalpa. There was in San Pedro Sula.) I don't know if it did anything, but maybe a seed was planted. It was neat to see all the people and to walk past the president and other important people. And my sisters were so happy that I did it with them and my parents and little sister taped us on tv and kept replaying it all day.. haha.