The story I’m about to tell you in three parts began in January. But the cupcakes happened this weekend. And this weekend is where I will start.
It was muddy and the river rocks were peaking sly through a slick sheen of red river mud. I don’t know the name of the neighbourhood but I have been here before. There are children who live on the streets here and there are some that only look like they do. They were out in the road now in their most tatty clothing – mind you it could well have been their only clothing for all my dream would tell me. And all I know is that I am here to help, to bring joy and talk with them and I have a hand full of cupcakes. Light, fluffy, gorgeous creations made by one of our very own YAGgies. But more about that later.
I look a little ways ahead up the incline of what passes for a road – or passed for a road before the river reclaimed it with her blood – and see others like me, cupcakes in hand, men and women, reaching out to the shy children. And soon they aren’t so shy. There is no language barrier in my dream – we are laughing and teasing with full understanding in two different languages and the children are playfully giggling.
I wake up to a Friday morning filled with corporate challenges and Very. Important. Things. to do.
But it comes back to me at 7 p.m. when the YAG meets for the fifth time. I remember my dream and speak about it to the YAGgies and my Pastor listens carefully (and far more seriously than I expected) to my dream. It is only when I am done and biting into a very real cupcake made by the same YAGgies in the dream that he tells me that Walter has called for him to preach a series of sermons at First Baptist Church of La Ceiba.
To understand all this I will ask you to bear with me… there are two stories I need to tell you back from one life-changing weekend in January. Follow along and read the miraculous tales of the YAG.