“For I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus.”
Philippians 1:6 (NASB)
It all started with a Western Caribbean cruise in February. You know, the one I said I would write about, but never did. Yeah. That one. At the Coxen Hole port on Roatan Island, Honduras, to be exact.
Beyond the beautiful beaches (and oh my, beautiful is an understatement!), as we wandered into the local community near the port on a mission to find a Bojangles (that we never did locate…), it was in the faces of curious children, in the glances of store owners, in the laundry hanging on clotheslines, in the street traffic, in the everyday reality of local culture … poverty, brokenness, and need.
But not just a practical need (though there was that, too) … it was a need for hope, it was a need for truth, it was a need for a Savior.
And as I left that port to get back on the ship, I began to feel the weight of conviction, of confusion, and of my own brokenness.
What could I do to meet such a vast, extensive need?
How could anything I have to offer ever be adequate?
And why did the Lord interrupt my vacation for crying out loud?!
But the prompting of the Holy Spirit was there. And it demanded a response.
The Inner Harbor 