What a day!

What a day, what a day! Today was a great day but rather long. I woke up and while I was eating and getting ready for church I got to see some hilarious things from Val due to the pain medication. I went to church by myself while the family stayed home. Before church even began I had to break up a fight between two young kids. Now this is a pretty frequent occurence but I was fed up so I grabbed both of the kids by the neck and asked them what their problems were in my borken spanglish. One almost cried and the other one gave me his word that he wouldnt fight as i was kicking him out. Needless to say there were no morre fights at the church and all the kids were amazed to see the "gringo" angry. Val couldnt translate like she normally does so Carolina, the daughter of the leader of the ministry translated. the only problem with that is she normally teaches the kids and I help her. So I was on my own with about 50 kids. Since I didnt have any lesson planned I just let them color and gave them cookies and then they played. I played with a young boy named christian who loves to pretend fight me and then a bunch of young girls played with my hair and made me look ladylike. After church I went home at lunch and then after a few hours returned to the ministry to play soccer with the young men of the community. I got there at 3 and the Hondurans didnt get there intil 3:30 because Honduran time is 30 minutes off. I talked to Carolina for the thirty minutes and she told me how the ministry started as Her Dad playing with local kids in their front yard,telling them about Jesus, and giving them cookies. Soon a few kids turned to 20 then 40 then 100. It was pretty cool to hear that from her. So eventually the game got started and it was going great. I scored a gaol and everything(score one for the gringo) but the mood of fun and fellowship was ruined by two of the boys getting into a fight. these boys were much bigger than the little ones I broke up early in the day and it was harder to get between them but I managed to and the game continued but with a different mood to the game. It seems rediculous that the Hondurans cant even play a soccer game without fighting. At first I was a little bit angered with them but I ended up feeling sorry for them an praying for them on the way home becuase Im sure all the young men have a lot of things to be angry about. They come from poverty-stricken, broken homes and have probably dealt with a lot of pain throughout their lives. Many of the kids dont even go home after the ministry and many can be seen wandering the streets afterwards. So I guess I will just continue to break up fights and try to be the peacemaker(although I dont think I will have to because I scarred the crap out of the younger kids today before church)and continue to pray for the young men of the community. After that I came home and played some good ole American football with Ed and the boys and then had dinner. Now we are sitting around watching movies and I can finally post blogs from home rather than from the city. Oh and the electricity hads stayed on for the most part the last to days. Praise God for that. I found myself in such a good mood today rather than the few fights I had to break. I have been reading "The Call" lately and it has taught me to try and let all my thought be thanks to God and today I did a lot of that and it brought me nothing but joy. God is good abd all things good in life come from him. Well Im gonna get back to quality Schubert family time. God bless you all.