Dear Brothers and Sisters,
Hello once again, and greetings from Honduras! Let me start this letter by saying a hearty “Thank you!” to all of you that are supporting me sacrificially there as I know it gets harder and harder the longer this war drags on in the Middle East. My prayer is that not only will it end soon, but those in it, and our country as well, will come to the saving knowledge of the truth that only is found in Jesus Christ our Lord and his precious word.
Things here in Honduras are going fairly well. But this country is about to undergo a gigantic change in the coming new year, as the Hondurans elected a new President last month named Ricardo Maduro. He was the popular choice, but he also is the man that many years ago made the Honduran Lempira (form of currency) to drop. And, there is a fear that as President that he might do it again, thus making Honduras an even poorer country. Please pray for this as the poorer the country becomes, the higher the crime rate climbs.
The month of December has been a busy month as I’ve continually been working in the village of Colomoncagua every weekend. I wish I could say that a good work has been established there, but the truth is that things are going very slowly. It’s been my goal to get a Bible into every house in that village, and so far, I have visited just about every one in the last four months and have been able to put a bible in over 60 homes. I’ve also had an opportunity while on visitation to preach to just about everyone there on my weekly visits and put a gospel tract in every house. But, so many are blinded to the truth. The people are very appreciative to recieve a Bible, but many people are either Catholic (and hung up on works for salvation), apathetic (and don’t believe in anything), or just plain drunks, that don’t listen well to the gospel of Jesus Christ. It’s hard to reach these people, but by the grace of God I’m going to keep on trying and ministering there until God tells me otherwise. It’s not a glorious field, but I firmly believe that’s where God has called me, and if I don’t take them the gospel, who will?
One weekend while on visitation, I spoke to the Catholic priest there and asked him this question, “When you die, where will your soul go?” He put his hand up, and said, “That question is ludicrous! No one can know that until they die!” Well, I showed him otherwise in the bible, and he told me that “what I was teaching was dangerous, and only designed to make people think!” “Exactly!” I told him, but he asked me to leave rather than listen to anymore of God’s word. So, I’ll just keep on preaching the book, the blood, and the blessed hope no matter how “dangerous” it may be in the eyes of others. I’ve a message to tell this nation, and it’s good enough for anybody, and not only can it give them eternal life, but a changed life as well.
Despite being rejected by most of the people in Colomoncagua, God did bless with a few souls in December. Elmer Trejo, age 32, trusted Christ Jesus as his Saviour one Saturday afternoon.
In Tegucigalpa, I saw more fruit than in Colomoncagua. The end of November, I led the guard at the gas station where I park my car to the Lord. His name is Nelson Corrales, and I mean he got it! After he got saved, the first thing he did was go to church. And, everytime I see him, he’s always reading his Bible. One evening I offered to drive him home and asked him if I could meet his family. He readily invited me into his house, and there I was able to lead his neighbor (15 year old Concepcion Molina) to the Lord Jesus Christ on December 5th, 2001. If that wasn’t blessing enough, two weeks later I was able to lead his “women” Zenia Gutierrez to the Lord as well! (They live together and are not married as of yet, but I’m working on them to show them their need to do so).
The end of December God blessed me with a four bedroom and 3 bathroom house in the city of La Esperanza in the department of Intibuca. After finishing Language School, I moved to La Esperanza in order to be closer to Colomoncagua. (Those 6 hour drives every weekend were killing me). And, after looking for a place to live, a pastor here told me about an adobe house that a missionary had built back in the early eighties. It’s old, run down, and dirty. But, the price was right. The missionary now is working in Siguatepeque (an hour away) and wants to fix the place up as no one has lived there for about 8 years. He told me I can begin working on it, and take whatever I do out of the rent. So, after I fix it up, I’ll have a place for people visiting from the states to stay! The only problem is that it doesn’t have a phone line. But, I do check my email every week or so if you need to contact me.
Well, that’s about it. I look forward to working more in Colomoncagua and seeing what the new year brings. Please remember me in your prayers, as you are in mine.
Because He shed His precious blood for a sinner like me,
Robert Ray Breaker III
Missionary to Honduras
