Hola? Donde? Que? Como se llama? The Spanish words are swirling through my head, every day all day here. I can never put all these foreign words together to make a reasonable sentence let alone understand what anyone is saying to me. It would be an understatement to say that I’ am beyond words frustrated with the language barrier.
One thing that doesn’t require understanding of words is seeing deep into people eyes and looking into their heart. Yesterday in the market I became haunted and forever marked by piercing eyes that I will NEVER forget.
As we walked through the market in Puerto Barrios we came across a man that was homeless and crippled in some way. It was a unanimous that we NEEDED to pray for this man. Having a conversation with this man was out of the question, because he could barely mumble out any words that could even be understood by our translator. All we could do is pray for this sweet gentle man.
As I sat next to him I noticed his bare, callused, crippled, dirty, feet that looked like they hadn’t worn a pair of shoes in years. His tattered worn clothes barely covered his back. But what caught me the most was his eyes. While sitting next to him, I looked into his eyes and saw nothing but hopelessness, despair, worthlessness, and the lack of life.
My heart aches for this man, not for the condition he is living in, but the lack of hope in him. I wish I could have told him of the hope I have found in Jesus and how he could have the same hope I had. That is really my biggest regret.
Why did I let myself walk away from that man without telling him? Why did I not give him the life and hope he desperately needs? Why? How could i walk away with a broken heart and do nothing about it?
