Honduras in 150 words
Dedicated to all those who ran screaming in the night, reclaiming a stolen soccer field.
A plane ride.
Very little sleep.
Orange. Blue. Green.
A very strong Chicken.
A couple belly busters.
A couple of trips to the bathroom, and a couple trips more.
God with no nationality.
Love that has no borders.
Screaming at distractions held in large black plastic.
A mad dash on newly sacred ground.
Trading a knife’s control for the Love on a cross
Prison cells shaken
A 180 return back to their destiny.
Toma tommalo
Worship in many languages
Offering heaven with our smiles
Jesus with our touch
A stage set for greatness
Sins sticky chair
Temptation’s black mask
Feeding Jesus at the Bordo
A since of loss for that poor giant beach ball.
A mad dance
A turn table and a microphone
Joy, in collective song.
Green crowned king.
Winning in Las Vegas
Hope for tomorrow
God’s earthshaking well done.
A plane ride home, never to be the same.
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