June 2003

Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ Jesus our Lord and Saviour,

            Greetings once again from mountainous Honduras.  The month of June has been an interesting one with plenty of open doors to preach to new people the glorious Gospel of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ!

            Our little church in El Carrizal is doing well.  We have visitors coming every Sunday.  Most are not saved, but I’m thankful for the opportunity to give them the Gospel.  My two converts Nelson and Zenia are excited about so many visitors coming, and every week they are busy passing out tracts and inviting more people to attend our services. 

            I’m still teaching in the Bible Institute, and having a great time exposing the heresies, and paganism of the Roman Catholic Church.  My students are learning a lot and are excited about witnessing to Catholics and telling them how to be born again through faith in the blood of Jesus Christ without works.  One of my students is a Pastor in a little community in the mountains of La Paz, Honduras called “Las Cañadas.”  He asked me to preach to his congregation, so on June 26th, together with Eric Sanchez the Bible Institute director and fellow missionary, we drove two hours over the mountains, and then walked another thirty-five minutes through the forests, hills, and valleys to arrive at their meeting place.  I preached to them on the subject of “Jesus Christ the Lamb of God!”  It was a real blessing, and I enjoyed being so far away from everything in this beautiful, tranquil, mountainous village.  I also ate the local food of tortillas (about an half an inch thick), scrambled eggs, rice, beans, and cheese.  The only drawback was in spending the night there, as the people in this village are not very tall.  They gave me a bed to sleep on, and my legs stuck out the end of the baseboard.  (And I thought I was a short fellow, but in this little area, I was almost a giant!)  But I went to sleep content knowing I was doing the work of the Lord.

           

            On June 29th, I had the privilege of preaching the Gospel to an entire soccer team in the little village of Chimbo in the mountains outside of Tegucigalpa.  Zenia’s brother was the captain of the team.  He is lost, and asked Zenia if I could come and try to start a church there.  He said he would gather the whole team together to listen if I came.  I did just that, and I preached my guts out about salvation by grace through faith in the precious shed blood of Jesus Christ to over twelve teenagers.  I had a great time, and we had a few professions of faith.  Sadly, Zenia’s brother did not get saved, and told us in so many words not to come back.  (It turned out that all he was looking for was a “rich American” to buy Soccer Equipment for his team.)

            The children from my Children’s ministry are starting to come back again for services.  I’m preaching to them and teaching them as much Bible as I can.  But most of them are already going to the “Santidad”  (Holiness) church up the street on Sundays, where they are learning to dance and attend “Christian rock ‘n roll Concerts.”  My heart bleeds for these children and I want so badly to see them saved and living for the Lord, but ultimately, they will go to the flesh if they are not saved and a fleshly religious system.  Please pray for them.

            Finally, let me close with a word of thanks to the W.I.N.G.S Bearing Precious Seeds association and Bro. Bob Adams for sending us a pallet of over 30 boxes of New Testaments, John and Romans, and Bibles.  Missionary Homero Romero and I journeyed up to the port of Puerto Cortes and had nothing but problems in trying to get these “precious seeds” out of Customs.  But after several days, we succeeded and traveled around joyfully distributing many boxes to other Missionaries, Pastors, and preachers.  The rest we divided among ourselves and have been busy getting them into the hands of the Honduran people.

            As always, thanks again for all your continued prayers and support. 

            Because of Christ Jesus our Blessed Lord,

            Robert Breaker III

            Missionary in Honduras

            1 Sam. 12:24! 

 

Some of the people I preached to in the little village of Las Cañadas on June 26th, 2003

May 2003

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.

April 2003

 Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ Jesus our Lord,

Seeing Doors Open!

            The Lord moves in mysterious ways!  And sometimes it’s hard to see exactly what he’s doing until after it’s done.  Since moving here in August of 2001, I’ve been through many dangers, toils, and fears.  I’ve seen works started, and then destroyed.  I’ve been blessed with souls saved, and two baptized.  I’ve be able to travel all over this country and get out tracts and Bibles.  I’ve also had the opportunity to preach the Gospel to countless hundreds, yea even thousands.  But I’ve yet to do what I came here to do, which is to plant a local New Testament Church.

            I tried twice to do just that in the villages of Magdalena and Colomoncagua, but meddling Catholics destroyed the one while “Charismaniacs” stole my people from the other.   I tried to start one in my house in the village of La Esperanza, but the adults would not come, and this turned into just a “Children’s ministry” instead of a Church.  Eventually, I began to look at “new fields white unto harvest” and prayed about moving as it seemed nothing was happening here.  I visited the town of Trujillo on the Northern Coast of Honduras and found what I thought to be God’s will, but had the doors slammed shut on me there.  In it’s place, I found many doors opened unto me here in La Esperanza where I live, and in the capital of Honduras - Tegucigalpa. 

            Recently, my Children’s Ministry has started back up again on Saturday’s.  The children have returned, and are beginning to listen.  Please pray for them, as there are two older kids who are a real hinderance, and are leading the younger children the wrong way.  All I can do is pray and preach to them their need to be born again.  And even though they are a real pain at times, I’m thankful to have the opportunity to put up with them so that they might hear the truth. 

            Also on Saturdays, I’ve been asked to start teaching in a local Bible Institute here.  I’ll begin in May teaching for one hour on the subject of “Roman Catholicism.”  Please pray for this endeavor.

            A door of Bible Study has opened up also, as twice a week now I study the Bible with my neighbors who are very excited about it.  I’ve also been teaching English to those who are interested, and have a small class coming on Saturday.  But my heart is in planting a church here.  Nelson and Zenia both desire the same thing, so the end of this month we found a small building in the area where they live (in Tegucigalpa) and rented it to begin holding services.  It is a long drive from my house (three hours each way), but it is worth it.  These two are the best converts I’ve got and I’m enjoying working with them.  I’ll be traveling there every Sunday to preach and then on Monday I’ll teach them Bible.  Please keep this in your prayers.

            I remember while on Deputation that Bro. Danny Farley in his Mission’s Conference in Houston, Texas said that the city is where Missionaries should go, as that is where the people are.  I’ve never forgotten that, and it looks like God is steering me that way - to the big city of Tegucigalpa (of over one Million people).  If that’s where he wants me, then that’s where I’ll go.  Our building is in a very populated area, and we have already done some visitation and given out many tracts.  Please keep this in your prayers, as we’d like to see a good sound Bible Believing Church started in that area.

Souls Saved!

            April has also been a month of some fruit.  One Sunday afternoon, my children came by and asked me to go with them to the Baptist Camp behind my house.  They have services there every Sunday for children also.  I went, and had the priviledge of leading three young people to the Lord afterwards through faith in the shed blood of Jesus Christ!

The Scriptures!

            While just trying to do right, preach straight, and contend for the faith, I’m starting to get some feedback in relation to the Scriptures in Spanish.  It seems I’m number one on the “Fundamentalists hit list” when it comes to the Spanish Bible.  Most “Fundamentalists” use the corrupt 1960 Spanish Bible.  (It reads along with the very corrupt Westcott and Hort Text on many occasions, and is not true to the Textus Receptus nor the King James).   

            Before coming to Honduras as a Missionary, I studied the Spanish Bible Issue in detail and wrote a book entitled “A Brief History of the Spanish Bible.”  Since then, I’ve seen it put on the Internet, and have been getting many responses from people who want the true words of the Living God in Spanish.  Because I’m standing against the 1960, and for a purer Bible in Spanish, one Mr. Calvin George (A self-made “scholar”) has accused me of “attacking” this Bible, and has put me down as Public Enemy number one on “the Anti-Fundamentalists list” in the topic of the Spanish Bible.  But my desire is only to see the Spanish Speaking people get the pure words of God in their language.  The 1909 revision is much better than the 1960, and the 1865 revision of the Spanish Bible is even better than them both. 

            Lately, there has come a revision of the Spanish New Testament by a Church in Monterrey, Mexico that is based upon the Textus Receptus, the King James, and all versions of the Bible in Spanish before 1602.  It is called the 1602 TR (Textus Receptus), and the purest Spanish New Testament to date.  If you are interested in this ever growing “Spanish Bible Issue” and desire more information, please visit my website at:  www.robertbreaker.com/honduras/honduras/html.   Please study this issue for yourself, as God’s pure words are the most important thing in the universe, and it’s important that all Christians know and have the truth in their language!

            Thanks again for all your prayers and continued support as I’m trying to serve the Lord Jesus Christ in the midst of ever growing peril, ignorance, and apostasy!

            Because of Christ Jesus our Lord,

            Bro.  Robert Ray Breaker III



This is Mr. Calvin George’s Website accusing me of “Attacking” (While he attacks others on the list).  Apparently I have my own group.  And I didn’t even know it! (See the bottom line).

I sure hope they don’t start calling people who refuse to use the corrupt 1960, “Breakerites!” 

That’d be just plum awful!

The following is a quote from one Mr. Jose Flores, a consultant to the 1960 Spanish Bible revision committee, in his book “El Texto del Nuevo Testamento,” published by CLIE, 1977 page 232, concerning the 1960:

         “ONE PRINCIPLE ADDED TO THE FIRST LIST OF THE REINA-VALERA 1960 REVISION COMMITTEE WAS THAT WHEREVER THE REINA-VALERA (1909) VERSION HAS DEPARTED FROM THE TEXTUS RECEPTUS TO FOLLOW A BETTER TEXT, WE DID NOT RETURN TO THE RECEPTUS. POINT #12 OF THE WORKING PRINCIPLES STATES: IN CASES WHERE THERE IS A DOUBT OVER THE CORRECT TRANSLATION OF THE ORIGINAL, WE CONSULTED PREFERENTIALLY THE ENGLISH REVISED VERSION OF 1885, THE AMERICAN STANDARD VERSION OF 1901, THE REVISED STANDARD VERSION OF 1946 AND THE INTERNATIONAL CRITICAL COMMENTARY.”

March 2003

Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ,

            March was a month of sickness, sadness, death, and disaster.  It seems like everything that could go wrong did.  But God, as he always does, comforted me and helped me to look on the bright side of things, and patiently endure hardness as a good soldier of Jesus Christ.

            The first two weeks of March I was sick with what felt like Bronchitis.  I was so weak I could hardly move, and the more I did, the worse I felt.  But I pressed on.

            The children’s ministry went bust around the first week of March, as the children became so rowdy, and misbehaved, that I had to send them home.  They took this as an insult, and said they would not be coming back to services.  A few days later, one of the little girls that had been coming had an eighteen-year-old brother die in a car accident.  Care to guess who they came to for help?  How sad it was when I visited their home and found the poor mother crying in the corner uncontrollably.  On the wall above the coffin were about six pictures of “Mary” and one tiny picture of a Catholic Jesus.  How awful it was to see this religion offered no hope whatsoever in life or in death! 

            Afterwards I prayed with the family, and gave them the Gospel and some Gospel tracts.  Please pray for their salvation.

            In Tegucigalpa, I received news the end of March that Zenia had lost her baby.  She seems to be taking it well, and they are both witnessing more for the Lord.   Nelson is now discipling another couple which is a real blessing.  They have decided not to move to Olancho, and want me to start a church in the suburb of “El Carrizal” where they live.  Nelson has been visiting house to house in his neighborhood, and many people have asked him where his church is located.  He told me that if we started one, he was certain people would come.  We are now looking for a place to meet that we can rent for cheap.  Close to his home is a small house for rent at 1000 lempiras a month (about 60 American dollars).  That doesn’t sound like too bad of a deal!  Please pray for this endeavor.

            Thanks again for all your continued prayers and support.          

            Because He suffered for me on that old rugged tree,

            Robert Breaker III

            Missionary in Honduras

            1 Sam. 12:24!

February 2003

Dear Fellowlabourers in Christ Jesus our Lord,

            Greetings once again from Honduras!  Things are beginning to pick up here, and I’m finding that there is more than enough to do to keep me busy.

            I’ve just begun Bible Studies in my home on Tuesday and Friday nights with my neighbors.  They are really enjoying it.  We are studying a sixteen lesson discipleship course, and afterwards I plan to teach them verse by verse from various books of the Bible.

            At two o’clock in the afternoon every Saturday, the kids are still showing up for the Children’s ministry.  We have seen some adults come as well.  (Praise the Lord!)  On February 15th, we had a “Family Day.”  The week before, I took the children on visitation with me to invite whole families to come to services.  We handed out leaflets and tracts.  My kids really enjoyed it!  The following Saturday, we had over 50 people show up for services!  I asked eighteen-year-old Geovanni Galeano to preach and give his testimony (he is the son of the Pastor of one of the local Independent Baptist Churches here).  He did a wonderful job of preaching the gospel, and afterwards, one raised his hand signifying he was lost.  Unfortunately, he put off being saved until another day.  “Almost Persuaded” - Almost, but lost.  Please pray that he’ll get saved.

            Also on Saturday’s, I’ve been asked to teach English.  At four o’clock I start classes.  I began with three students, and have many more coming.  We also have classes on Friday’s at two.  I also started a Chess club here Saturday evenings.

            Bible Studies on Wednesday’s with Nelson and Zenia in Tegucigalpa are going well.  They are coming along, and really growing in the Lord.  They still desire to move to Olancho, but Zenia is pregnant and must stay in Tegucigalpa for at least six more months, as she must visit the hospital every two weeks.  They want me to come with them if they move and start a church in their village.  I’ve been there three times now, and we found several other villages that want us to come and start a church in their area.  That would be a blessing.

             

            So, as you can see, I’m keeping myself busy.  Thank you all for the privilege and opportunity you’ve given me to come here and do something for the Lord! 

       

Because He paid it all for even me,

Robert Ray Breaker III

Missionary in Honduras

            1 Samuel 12:24!

January 2003

Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ,

            Greetings from “The Land of the Lost.”   I am writing a January prayerletter rather than the usual bi-monthly one to inform you what has befallen me here, and to ask for your prayers.

            They say, “The test of a man’s character is how he reacts to adversity.”  And this month I learned more about my character, and just how I would react in a life-threatening situation. 

            On January 7^th, I was in San Pedro Sula with Missionary Homero Romero putting new shocks on my car.  As we were working, two armed gunmen entered the garage and forced us go into the house and sit down.  As one guarded us with his 9mm pistol, the other one began rummaging through all of our things and proceeded to take all we had of value.  As we were seated, I didn’t know what else to do, so I began singing, “Nothing but the Blood of Jesus” in Spanish.  Bro. Homero and his family also joined in. 

            Afterwards, I preached to the robber guarding the window for about 20 minutes and stressed to him his need to be saved.  He listened, but told me to keep my voice down, as he didn’t want anyone to hear us.  My heart was racing about 100 times per second, but I found that the more Bible verses I quoted, the more boldness I received from the Lord.

            Then the overwhelming thought struck my heart, “This could be the day that I’m going home to heaven!”  With that in mind, I decided my last sermon would be my best, so I preached even harder and told him, “If you kill me, I’m going home to heaven to be with my Lord!  And where will you go when you die?  You’ll be in Hell with your buddy if you don’t get saved!  But I’ll be in heaven with my Lord and Saviour!  If you shoot me, you’d really be doing me a favor!” 

            Then I preached about sin, righteousness and judgment.  And concluded with The Lord Jesus Christ and what He did for him as He willingly shed His blood for his sins.  The boy at the window never looked in my eyes.  He kept looking down at the floor when he wasn’t glancing out the window, but I could tell he was listening.

            When the other robber emerged from the bedroom with all that he wanted packed in a suitcase, he took Romero’s cell phone and called for a “get away car.”  As he was talking, we heard him ask his boss, “Should we kill them?”  The reply was, “Yes!”  Obviously they wanted no witnesses.

            The thieves then told us to go into the bedroom and get on the floor.  I kneeled by the bed instead and began praying and telling God how great it would be to see him in just a few short seconds.  But as I was praying, I heard the door slam, and then they were gone. 

            From Bro. Homero, the thieves took his money, wedding rings, cell phone, video camera, family heirlooms and more.  They were completely devastated. 

            I guess I got off easy, as all they took from me was about 70 dollars, my laptop computer, and a few electronic devices.  They wanted to take my truck, but since the tires were off they could not.

            Afterwards, I was very disappointed.  It might sound strange, but it’s the truth.  They had gotten my hopes up to see the Lord, and had even robbed me of that as well!

            Please remember the Romero family in your prayers.  They are doing better, and their church has been helping them.  I’m doing fine, but just a little discouraged, as I was really looking forward to finally looking upon the face of Him, that loved me enough to die for me! 

Maybe it’s just not my time yet to go home.  The other Missionaries here keep telling me that God has a plan for me and that’s why he spared me.  That might be, but I’ve found new meaning in Paul’s words in Philippians 1:21, “For me to live is Christ and to die is gain.”  How much better it would be to go on home to heaven than stay down here in this ungodly world of sin!

            Although all of this was a terrible tragedy, and I haven’t been able to sleep very well for several weeks afterwards, I do believe some good came out of it.  We did give tracts to the robbers before they left.  (And I ask you to join me in praying that they will get saved).  We also handed out tracts at the Police Station to both the officers and those in jail. 

            A week later, a Television Reporter from channel 63 News interviewed me in Tegucigalpa.  I told him what happened, and what I preached to them, as he recorded me on video.  A week later I learned that it aired the day after at 6:00 P.M.  So praise be to God!  I was able to preach the gospel via T.V. to all in Tegucigalpa! 

            Even though I miss my laptop computer, which was a real blessing to my ministry here, I felt it was worth the trade to be able to get the gospel to Policemen, prisoners, and ultimately all of Tegucigalpa.  God knows what he’s doing, and sometimes it’s hard to see at the time why God allows certain things.  But looking back, I see that it did “work together for good” (Romans 8:28), and God used it to get the gospel to many who otherwise might not have heard.

            Thanks again for all your prayers and support.  Part of me wants to ask you to quit praying, as maybe if you hadn’t been praying they would have shot me and I would be at home in heaven right now!  But your prayers are keeping me here and allowing God to use me to get the Gospel to hundreds and thousands of people here in Honduras.  For this I am truly thankful, no matter what the cost. 

Yet, I find myself selfishly thinking how great it would be to be up in glory in my mansion of pure gold, rather than living here in this house of adobe.   No, I’m not suicidal, just saved and looking forward to going home!  But until then, I’ll keep busy trying to take as many as I can with me!

             Because He suffered for me on that old rugged tree,

            Robert Breaker III

            Missionary in Honduras

            1 Sam. 12:24!

November - December 2002

Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ,

            Psalms 91:1 says, “It is a good thing to give thanks unto the Lord!”  And I’m learning to give thanks in both the good and the bad.  Sometimes things don’t always go the way we want them to, and it’s in these times that it’s easy to get discouraged.  But, I’ve learned that the more I give thanks in everything, the more the Lord seems to do, and this lifts my spirits and help me to continue on joyfully in his service.

 

Preaching

In November and December I had many opportunities to preach here in Honduras.  On Thanksgiving Day, I preached for Bro. Homero Romero on “The History of Thanksgiving.”  This is a new holiday in Honduras, and many don’t know what it’s all about.   But I explained to them the greatest reason we have to give thanks is our freedom to worship the Lord without persecution!  For it was for this freedom that the Pilgrim’s fled Europe.

On December 3rd, I had the opportunity to enter the Navy Base in Puerto Castilla on the Northern Coast and preach to the Navy men there and give them all Gospel tracts.  I even toured the ships and gave a tract to each sailor.

December 5th, I preached the 15^th Anniversary service of Bro. Perfecto Erazo’s church in La Ceiba.  I also preached several services for Missionary Santos Ortiz in the mountains outside of La Ceiba.

The end of December I preached in Olancho for several days from house to house.  We did not have services on Christmas day, as many of the people were too afraid of the drunks to leave their homes.  So I went to the Cantinas and preached to the drunks and gave them tracts.

We also visited the village of Aguas Blancas, and I was able to preach the gospel individually from house to house and put a Bible in each home.

Praise

Praise be to the Lord Jesus Christ!  And thank God he’s still in the saving business!  In November Nelson Corrales, my convert, led two souls to Jesus Christ by himself!  Their names were Jose and Gloria.

            On December 15th, I had the privilege of leading three children to the Lord in my Children’s ministry after preaching a message from John 11:25,26.  Their ages were 13, 10, and 9.

 

Problems

The work that I had started in Magdalena, was destroyed by meddling Charismaniacs from the “Santidad” (Holiness) church.  They told everyone that “Baptists” were wicked, and that I was there “to start a work of the devil.”  Now no one will come to services as most of the town is related and most of the families go to the Santidad Church.  Although it hurts to see a work destroyed that I tried so hard in starting, I can give thanks for the two souls that were saved during my time there. 

The children’s ministry here in my home has been up and down.  Sometime the children come, sometimes they don’t.  I found out recently that the Santidad missionary’s wife up the street has been visiting them, and persuading them to go to her services instead of mine.  She gives them “stuff” to lure them to come.  I don’t have “stuff” to give, and am only interested in giving them the Bible.  Although they are rowdy and try my patience regularly, I am glad to have the opportunity to preach to those few kids that are still coming and tell them the “Wonderful Story” of the Lord Jesus Christ. 

Prayer Requests

            Nelson and I are talking about the possibility of working to together in his home village of Guanko in the “departmento” (state) of Olancho.  In December, I went with him and preached to the villages around the area.  I’ve been several times now, and we have seen many people come out to hear the preaching.  It appears to me that Olancho is wide open to the Gospel.  The people are a hard bunch and most of the men carry pistols.   It’s sort of like the Old West in America.  But the people know they are sinners, and are willing to listen to what God has to say from His Holy word.

With the work destroyed in Magdalena, I’ve been praying about moving.  If God does lead me to Olancho, I’d like to be closer than the six hour drive that it takes me now from where I live.  So the end of November I visited Trujillo (two hours from Olancho), and spent a week there passing out tracts and checking the place out with the possibility in mind of moving there.

Please pray the Lord would give me direction in what to do.  My desire is to preach the gospel, and plant churches, then train men like Nelson to do the same.  I moved to where I currently live in La Esperanza to be closer to the villages of Colomoncagua and Magdalena.  However, it seems those works have fallen through.  It now appears a door might be opening in Olancho or possibly Trujillo.  Please pray God would show me where he’d have me to go. 

Thanks again for all your prayers and support!

Because He loved even me,

            

Robert Breaker III

Missionary in Honduras

1 Samuel 12:24!

September - October 2002

Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ,

 Greetings from “The Banana Republic” of Honduras!  I arrived here safely on Tuesday, October 22nd after a short three hour flight from Miami.  Missionary Homero Romero picked me up at the airport, and in the evening I attended services with him at the home of one of his church members for their mid-week preaching and prayer service. 

The next day Homero drove me home to La Esperanza and helped me work on my Suburban that hasn’t been running since July.  We changed the distributor cap, rotor, sparkplugs, carburetor, fuel pump and more.  It still would not start!  We racked our brains trying to figure out the problem, but could come up with nothing.  Finally we checked the fusebox and found that the ignition fuse was faulty (It’s always those little foxes that spoil the vine it seems!)  We replaced it and now the truck runs fine. However with the climbing gas prices reaching close to three dollars a gallon, it looks like I’ll be taking the bus more often in an effort to save money!

Upon my arrival home in La Esperanza, I found the house and yard in a mess.  Yet with a little elbow grease, I was able to fix some leaky pipes, clean the house, mow the yard and get things in order.  Unfortunately, we are having water problems in the neighborhood where I live and water is becoming scare.  I’m having to adjust to this.  But this is life in Honduras. 

On my first Saturday here, my kids showed up for services.  I was so busy getting the house in order that I didn’t have time to visit them before then, but they saw my truck as I drove into town for supplies.  They knew I was back and to them this meant it was time to hold services again.   At two o’clock in the afternoon, sixteen youngsters arrived and showered me with flower petals and danced around me ecstatically, telling me how glad they were to see me back.  We held services and the children were very excited about some field trips we are planning to make in the next couple of weeks.

The end of October I went to Tegucigalpa and tracked down Nelson.  He has moved into another house and found a new job.  After calling his mother-in-law, I found out where he was working and went to see him.  He was happy to see me.  He told me that he has started streetpreaching since I left and is really enjoying it.  What a blessing to hear!  He is also very anxious about starting our Bible studies again and doing visitation. 

So things are starting to get back to normal here on the field.  I’m glad to be back.  Thank you all for your continued prayers and support.

Through His Blood,

Robert Breaker III

Missionary In Honduras

P.S.  Back in September, I bought a cassette tape duplicator that copies tapes in less than two minutes each.  I obtained 300 Spanish preaching and teaching tapes from a church in Mexico, and I plan to use the duplicator to make copies and give preaching tapes to the illiterate people here in Honduras.  But Cassette tapes are expensive here in Honduras (almost a dollar apiece), so if there are any old tapes you might have (60 or 90 minute), that you can spare, please send them to me at my field address below in Honduras.  I have a tape eraser and could copy over them and use them.  These would be a great help, and you’d be helping the Honduran people to get the gospel!

August 2002

Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ,

Greetings in the precious name above every name-the name of our great God and Saviour Jesus Christ!    August has come and gone without warning, and I’ve gone through many learning experiences during this time.  Probably the greatest was, God reminded me he would never leave me nor forsake me!  How wonderful is this precious promise!  He also taught me how to offer the “sacrifice of praise” in adversity, and overcome in times of disappointment.

August was a month of travel and preparation for the ministry in Honduras.  On August 1^st, I left Honduras with missionary Homero Romero and rode for five days in his van with ten other people from his church in San Pedro Sula, to attend a Spanish Bible Conference at Iglesia Biblica Bautista de Gracia (Grace Bible Baptist Church) in Monterrey, Mexico. This is the church that brought me all the cases of New Testaments and Gospel literature last March.  They are a real blessing to my ministry! They asked me to be a speaker in their conference, and afterwards preach a week-long Youth Camp in Spanish.  This was a difficult task, but God proved to me that I am capable of preaching seven messages in Spanish in five days. Though I still lack much in the Spanish tongue, God blessed, and we had several young people make decisions to serve the Lord in various ministries in their home churches (some by working with kids, others by street preaching or working around the church).

While in Monterrey, I was given the pastor’s van to drive three hours to the United States to buy some much needed car parts for my Chevrolet Suburban which I left in Honduras.  It will not start, and hopefully upon my return, I’ll be able to fix it and put it back on the road in service for the Lord!  The church also gave me three boxes of Gospel literature, which I’m looking forward to distributing upon my return to Honduras.

After the Youth Camp was over, the church in Monterrey bought me a plane ticket to Touchet, Washington to see Miss Patience Brt.  She and I had known each other for more than a year, and had started writing each other. During our correspondence, we decided it was God’s will for us to get married and return to Honduras together.  She was to be my Patience Breaker!  When I arrived, we were to visit my parents in Wyoming, and then return to Washington.  Our plans were to marry there and then go to Florida for the honeymoon, and obtain her Passport.  Then we would fly to Honduras to serve the Lord and store up rewards in heaven working in His service. 

However, when I arrived in Washington, I received a devastating blow. Things didn’t work out as planned, and I found a wonderful young woman who was not yet ready to make a commitment.  My heart had been smitten with this Jewel, who is a true Bible Believer and holds many of the same convictions that I do.  But after three days, she revealed to me that she had no feelings for me in her heart, and would not go with me to Honduras.  Downcast, I traveled to Wyoming alone to recuperate from this tragic loss.

Although my desire of her helping me on the Mission field was crushed, I learned some valuable lessons that will help me when I get back to Honduras.  It’s not easy being a single missionary, and loneliness can discourage a man at times.  However, I’ve learned that I’m never really alone because my Saviour is always with me!  What a marvelous comforter is our Lord Jesus Christ! 

            A very wise person once said, [It was Patience’s Dad], “Discouragement is the highest form of selfishness!”  This is so true.  God showed me that even though things don’t always go the way we like, we must give thanks in everything and rejoice, for this is the only way to win the victory.  He also taught me that to overcome disappointment we must forget “those things which are behind...and press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus!” (Phil. 3:13,14).  

     I also learned more about the power of the blood of Jesus Christ.  Hebrews 9:14 helped me immensely when it states:

How much more shall the blood of Christ … purge your conscience from dead works TO SERVE THE LIVING GOD? 

Thank God for that precious blood of Jesus Christ!  It not only washes my sins away, but helps me to forget the past and continue forward in his service!  Thank you all for allowing me the privilege of serving Him who is always with me, comforts me, teaches me, and helps me through all of the mountain tops and valleys.

            Thanks for your continued prayers and support.  Please pray for me, I know nothing else to do but continue serving the Lord on the field of Honduras!  I plan to return the beginning of October, after I attend a Spanish Bible Conference in Haines City, Florida and the Blowout in my home church in Pensacola. 

            Heartbroken but not finished,

            Robert Ray Breaker III

            1 Samuel 12:24!