Dear Praying Friends,
Greetings once again from wet Honduras! The rainy season is upon us, and mud is everywhere! Thank God for a 4 x 4 vehicle, for driving here is beginning to get a little hectic.
The Month of May saw many new blessings befall us here in Honduras. On the 3rd, we had our first service in our little church building in El Carrizal just outside of the capital of Honduras named “Tegucigalpa.” The first and second Sunday, we had about 20 people in attendance. The next Sunday we had a few less, but the following Sunday we had over 25 show up. Most of those coming are children ages 6 to 14, but we now have two ladies who have said they will be coming each week.
My good convert Nelson is very excited about our services, and his desire was to put what he called a “Parlante” (Loud Speaker) on top of our building to play preaching tapes for the people passing by to listen to. We did just that, and last Sunday, we were able to blast the Gospel over the airwaves to all those within hearing distance.
An hour before service, we always stand outside and pass out tracts to the people passing by. El Carrizal is a highly populated area, and we usually distribute anywhere from 200-300 tracts every Sunday.
The neighborhood we are meeting in is not the best in the world. About the only way I could describe it would be “The Ghetto!” But I am thankful to have a place to preach each Sunday, and the opportunity to carry the Gospel to the needy people of that area.
This month, I started teaching in a Bible Institute in the town where I live called La Esperanza. I am teaching on “The Roman Catholic Church” and it’s false teachings and doctrines. I have eleven students from various backgrounds, and am starting by teaching them Alexander Hislop’s book, “The Two Babylons.” Afterwards, I’ll go a little deeper into the History of the Roman Catholic Institution, and it’s heretical teachings. The students seem to be enjoying the classes, and I’m thankful for the opportunity. Not only is it helping them, but it’s been a real blessing to me studying more about this Cult Church, and preparing material that will undoubtedly help me in the future.
I’ve finished teaching second Thessalonians to Nelson and Zenia, and we are about to start in Galatians. It’s my desire to teach them book by book from the epistles of Paul in the order that they were written. Please pray for this, as sometimes Nelson’s work schedule really messes up our Bible study on Monday. Work here in Honduras is hard to come by, and Nelson works 12 hours on, and 12 hours off every day. Each week it changes between day duty, and night duty. Please pray that God would allow him to find a job that would let him at least have every Sunday off.
Thanks again for all your continued prayers and support. God is good!
Because of Christ Jesus our Lord and Saviour,
Robert Breaker III
Missionary in Honduras
1 Sam. 12:24!
But Hark, What Ho?
A Poem By ROBERT BREAKER III
Written February 18, 2003
But hark, what ho!
And I shall go,
I prithee give me ear;
To tell of a defeated foe,
Who lives to make all fear.
The father of woe!
Down he did go,
For his unmitigated pride;
Never to come up again,
Walking to and fro below, is his abide.
How vile is he!
The wretched one,
With him not a few,
Left they did and they did run,
From their first estate askew.
Down they did fall!
And took up abode
Upon their new home below
In wickedness they daily strove,
Goodness they did not trow.
It came one Day!
And there he wast,
A man within their midst.
He came from nothing more than dust
But he was told he was a Prince.
Along came she!
And there were two,
Joined one by He who made.
Together on their honeymoon,
The serpent king was stayed.
But then he came!
With subtle heart,
Much evil was his intent.
He forced her to take a part,
And then she did repent.
It was to late!
They both partook,
Of the forbidden thing they did eat.
Displeased, their God did look,
And the man blamed his meet.
Evil then had won!
Or so he thought,
The adversary did prevail;
They had to pay or be bought,
But their King was still able.
But hark, what Ho!
And I will show,
One much greater than even he,
Who in his little toe,
Hath more power than that wretched Valkyrie!
He did look down!
And saw mankind,
Such a disgrace it seemed to be.
Yet mercy He did find,
And made a plan for you and me.
Then came His Son!
His life to give,
A ransom for us all,
Thirty years plus three, here to live;
And then to death, they did maul.
Up from the grave!
He rose again,
The sacrifice had been made.
Through Him one could be born again,
The price for mankind had been paid.
He saved my soul!
One blessed day,
When on Him I did rely,
Trust and faith were the way,
And I received a mansion in the sky.
In anger he abode!
That evil one,
In hatred he did rage;
Defeated no not once,
But twice he was outplayed.
He lost it all!
His power is gone;
Before, of death he had the keys.
That wicked, wretched, vile one,
The founder of sin’s disease.
To Hell he goes!
And off for good,
In his ears his sentence rings,
For he had the audacity to think he could
Defeat the King of Kings.
So trust the Son!
And do thee well,
For thee he surely died.
Or trust the dragon, and go to Hell,
Where with him you’ll eternally abide.
