<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798</id><updated>2012-02-06T14:22:58.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In His Shadow</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-8781462221551790873</id><published>2012-02-01T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T19:34:32.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edith</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Edith is a woman who has been burned into my memory because of her loud personality and role in my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is a 40 year old, disabled black woman who lives in the projects of Charleston.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I stood in the parking lot of an abandoned gas station cooking hot dogs on a portable grill, I began to wonder if what we were doing was crazy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some friends and I had felt compelled to go to the projects of Charleston and set up a table offering free food and the love of Christ.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At this point, we hadn’t gotten much more than some confused looks and a few honks from the passing cars.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I began to question our purpose and if we were doing this in vain or in God’s name.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My answer came soon after that from a short stocky black woman yelling at us from about 50 yards away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Edith got our attention 50 yards out and carried a conversation all the way to us without ever changing her tone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Within minutes she realized that we really were serving free hot dogs and that we just wanted to talk to people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She said, “y’all don’t go anywhere I will be right back.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;10 minutes later we had a line of about 20 people waiting to eat with us and to here about Gods call on our lives and theirs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was like Edith was the voice of the homeless.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was their advocate checking out the new guys to see if we were worth the trip.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This was the first of many interactions with Edith over a period of time that allowed me to get to know her life very well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She opened up to me and shared about her family and her dark situation in the projects.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will never forget what she taught me about self esteem, hope and &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;the confidence that can be found within.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was driving her home one day and she told me her apartment was the one with the sunflowers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I continued driving and looking for a door with a wreath or a sunflower door mat when right there, in the line of identical public housing apartments, was a 5 foot tall sunflower.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I asked Edith about it and she came alive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She told me how she had to go to the housing office to get permission, then she planted the seed and watered the seed and watched it become what it is now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was so proud of that sunflower and for a moment she wasn’t the woman in the projects, she was the woman who grew a sunflower.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Edith opened my eyes to one of the biggest traps in poverty; Lack of motivation and self worth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If the world says you are worthless, you will be worthless.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But we are all capable of something; Edith grew a sunflower.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Help someone discover that something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FUngMyruc24/TyoEHLfmZ8I/AAAAAAAAAYI/M3ajjKwC2cw/s1600/yellow-sunflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FUngMyruc24/TyoEHLfmZ8I/AAAAAAAAAYI/M3ajjKwC2cw/s320/yellow-sunflower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704376399409080258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-8781462221551790873?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8781462221551790873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2012/02/edith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/8781462221551790873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/8781462221551790873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2012/02/edith.html' title='Edith'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FUngMyruc24/TyoEHLfmZ8I/AAAAAAAAAYI/M3ajjKwC2cw/s72-c/yellow-sunflower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-9011887161607661644</id><published>2012-01-31T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T18:33:24.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cost of Discipleship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"For it seems to me that God has put us apostles on display at the end of the procession, like those condemned to die in the arena. We have been made a spectacle to the whole universe, to angels as well as to human beings. We are fools for Christ, but you are so wise in Christ! We are weak, but you are strong! You are honored, we are dishonored! To this very hour we go hungry and thirsty, we are in rags, we are brutally treated, we are homeless. We work hard with our own hands. When we are cursed, we bless; when we are persecuted, we endure it; when we are slandered, we answer kindly. We have become the scum of the earth, the garbage of the world—right up to this moment."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apostle Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;" &gt;1 Corinthians 4: 9 - 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Apostles gave everything up for the Lord.  They laid the foundation of the church which we stand on today.  I am forever grateful for those who suffered and bled for Christ and for me.  Without them and their choice to obey God, I may not have heard the beautiful message of salvation which so compels my life today.  I read this scripture this afternoon and was once again challenged to stand up and do something with my life.  We are not called to settle for comfort and Jesus never promised ease.  We are called to lay it all down and follow Him no matter what the cost.  I asked myself today, "what is my faith costing me?"  Ask yourself the same.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If anyone wishes to come after me, he must deny himself, take up his cross daily and follow me"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;" &gt;- Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-9011887161607661644?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/9011887161607661644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2012/01/cost-of-discipleship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/9011887161607661644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/9011887161607661644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2012/01/cost-of-discipleship.html' title='The Cost of Discipleship'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-3023452517123266179</id><published>2012-01-29T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:33.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Everything</title><content type='html'>I met  a homeless man on the street yesterday who opened my eyes to the world before me.  Curtis saw that I was out of place as I walked through West Greenville yesterday and prayed for God's presence to infiltrate that dark place.  He approached me and pointed me in the direction of the homeless shelter office.  I told him I was interested in serving but that I was simply praying for the neighborhood at the moment.  We proceeded to talk for another 40 minutes or so and I was blown away by how the Lord spoke to me there on the street.  This man truly is a saint of the Lord.  He spoke truths over me and shared pieces of his testimony.  My eyes were opened to the Witchcraft that saturates that neighborhood and I was warned to walk lightly as I immerse myself in that environment.  I was instructed to wait on the Lords direction, to follow the path he leads me on and to fear no evil when God goes before me.  Curtis stood there in the street with me for almost an hour ministering to me and welcoming me to the front lines of battle against the darkness that saturates the streets of West Greenville.  Curtis is the janitor of a local church and a passionate follower of Christ.  He lives in a tent in the woods with nothing but a sleeping bag and a gas stove top for cooking.  As I  began to tell him I would pray for God to give him what he needs, Curtis interrupted me.  He said, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brother, as long as I have Jesus, I have everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;  Curtis is poor by our standards but rich in the kingdom, he is on the front lines fighting for the kingdom as a light in the darkness.  I want to stand beside him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-3023452517123266179?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3023452517123266179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-have-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/3023452517123266179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/3023452517123266179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-have-everything.html' title='I Have Everything'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-3076951586198144140</id><published>2012-01-11T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T06:56:14.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humble Yourself</title><content type='html'>I have been here before and was hoping that I would not return.  Its a difficult but powerful thing to be humbled by the Lord and your surroundings.  The last time I was in this position, the Lord taught me to depend on Him and to serve no matter the circumstances.  Serving bagels for minimum wage with a college degree and in a very negative environment taught me to depend on Him.  God met me in my vulnerability and disappointment at work.  His power was made perfect in my weakness.  Again I am working in a restaurant making less money than I need and surrounded by negativity.  When I listen to people's stories at work, I find very little hope.  I hear of hardship after hardship along with contentment amidst the chaos.  Whether its a $1 tip on a $30 check or a daycare bill that can't be paid, many of the employees that work around me are run down and they wear their burdens on their sleaves.  I don't mind the work because I get to meet new people and stay busy but I am reminded daily of the brokenness of this world and the shortcomings of man.  I am humbled again in this place but its where the Lord has me which is something I have only recently accepted.  I believe He will keep me there until my education is complete.  So far I am learning that actions speak loudly and we are called to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LIVE&lt;/span&gt; out faith through obedience and love.  Rather than focusing on my progress and how I am to succeed, the Lord has brought my attention back to the people in front of me.  Three co-workers approached me yesterday to discuss Christ in my life.  God is opening doors and again I am reminded of His call to simply obey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-3076951586198144140?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3076951586198144140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2012/01/humble-yourself.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/3076951586198144140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/3076951586198144140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2012/01/humble-yourself.html' title='Humble Yourself'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-4006643582654357738</id><published>2011-12-09T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T19:59:23.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compelled</title><content type='html'>While Kendall and I were dating nothing made sense.  She had a year left in school, I had another year or more in Honduras and I didn't even really know if she liked me.  But something compelled me to pursue her.  She didn't give me much back but she never told me to stop either, so I took what I could get and I went after her.  She was on my heart and I couldn't stop moving toward her.  I eventually poured out my heart to her and told her that I didn't understand how this was going to work or if it was going to work but I was going to continue pursuing her until she told me to stop.  She became my beautiful bride! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church is Gods bride.  He will continue to pursue us until we tell him to stop.  He loves us and is compelled to pursue us even when it doesn't make sense.  Even when we aren't giving him much back, He loves us!  And if you tell Him to stop, He will stop, because he loves you and has given you free will.  Kendall never told me to stop so I made her my wife.  I believe that marriage is the perfect image of the way God loves his body, the church, all of us.  He is pursuing us, but we must accept Him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-4006643582654357738?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4006643582654357738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/12/compelled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/4006643582654357738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/4006643582654357738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/12/compelled.html' title='Compelled'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-5627541726733330032</id><published>2011-11-13T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T18:47:44.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptized!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcV9GIwJqPQ/TsCBLpHKyyI/AAAAAAAAAX8/tU_YEAQzpOY/s1600/Pablo%2Band%2BGus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcV9GIwJqPQ/TsCBLpHKyyI/AAAAAAAAAX8/tU_YEAQzpOY/s320/Pablo%2Band%2BGus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674677567501290274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen!  Pablo and Gus got baptized last week!  God is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4vOZSbGHkg/TsCAza1Hy-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/UZBkR16xeDE/s1600/Pablo%2Bgetting%2Bbaptized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4vOZSbGHkg/TsCAza1Hy-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/UZBkR16xeDE/s320/Pablo%2Bgetting%2Bbaptized.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674677151350639586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-5627541726733330032?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5627541726733330032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/11/baptized.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/5627541726733330032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/5627541726733330032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/11/baptized.html' title='Baptized!!'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcV9GIwJqPQ/TsCBLpHKyyI/AAAAAAAAAX8/tU_YEAQzpOY/s72-c/Pablo%2Band%2BGus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-418718063789521727</id><published>2011-10-13T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T10:04:00.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Dog!</title><content type='html'>If you ever served hot dogs in Charleston, you will be interested in this.  Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postandcourier.com/news/2011/oct/02/hot-dog-ministryyoung-christian-volunteers/"&gt;Post and Courier article on the Hot Dog Ministry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-418718063789521727?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/418718063789521727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/10/hot-dog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/418718063789521727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/418718063789521727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/10/hot-dog.html' title='Hot Dog!'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-8828486189006638467</id><published>2011-10-11T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T22:05:54.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrap Up</title><content type='html'>“God, thank you for sending all the Gringo’s who help us”&lt;br /&gt;-Gabby, 5 year old island girl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 So the past month has been a whirlwind.  I feel like the days are flying by.  Kendall and I have decided to move back to the states.  We will be returning Nov. 5th and Kendall will be going back to school at ECU in the Spring.  I am praying and looking for a job in Greenville so lift that up to the Lord for me as well if you don’t mind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 We have been working hard with the kids in French Harbour and the kids at the orphanage.  We are still doing our mentoring program where we meet once a week as a large group and throughout the week I spend time one on one with the kids.  Kendall has started making and selling jewelry with one of the mothers and we are helping another mother write her autobiography.  The kids are frustrating at times but I love them and am so blessed to be able to work with them.  Tonight we prayed with the kids for a while and I had four of them come around me and lay their hands on me while praying for God to give me a job.  The kids pray with authority so I ask them to pray for me any chance I get.  Last time I asked one of the kids to pray for something specific, the prayer was answered in less than 48 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    As we prepare to return to the states we are really stepping out on faith in many directions.  I have been working with these kids for almost 2 years and there isn’t really anyone who is going to step in and continue the work I have been doing as of yet.  I have faith though that the Lord will provide and continue the good work he has started in their lives.  There are two American’s who are living here and talking about starting a ministry with the same kids I work with, we are taking a tour of the community with them tom. Also my good friend Roberto has been working with the kids as well and will possibly keep our Tuesday night meeting going.  I know that the Lord has used me in their lives and most of those kids have made decisions to follow Him.  I believe God will work it out; if the ministry we started should continue, it will if not then something else is coming.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  We are also stepping out on faith with everything that goes along with a life in the states.  Apartment, cars, insurance, cell phones, jobs, school, ministry, getting there and moving to Greenville.  All of these things are on my mind daily as we prepare to return but I have a peace when I give them to God.  I will do my part but I know in the end God will have it His way and He will provide.  God will receive the glory.  Just the other day we were trying to decide whether or not to take our dog back to the states because it costs $200 for the flight and about $200 for a dog kennel.  We talked about it and I made up my mind that if we could find a cheap kennel we could consider taking her back.  The next day, a lady I didn’t even know gave us a kennel for free.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  While we are still here though I am doing my best to make the most of every moment.  We are preparing for home but also staying focused here.  Pray for us to love these kids well over the next 3 weeks and to take up our crosses daily.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a short exerpt from Carolina’s book that we are helping her write:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I was raised with no love, I found love out there on the street.  With people that are not my family and not my color I found love.  It may sound crazy but I am telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;-Carolina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I look around and things are so dark, but I don’t question God.  I say, “ Lord, thank you for the hardness of today, I would thank the Lord for it and when I look around in the evening, food is on my table.  I didn’t question God why things were so hard.  He knows the reason why.  I say the same things to my the boys, “if you get one little piece of semita and one glass of water, you give God thanks, because some people out there don’t even get that to eat.” And that’s real.&lt;br /&gt;-Carolina &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nPn1fYAFADU/TpUdZkhl2CI/AAAAAAAAAXc/jXBVtt8hEL4/s1600/DSC02194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nPn1fYAFADU/TpUdZkhl2CI/AAAAAAAAAXc/jXBVtt8hEL4/s320/DSC02194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662464431626770466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-8828486189006638467?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8828486189006638467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/10/wrap-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/8828486189006638467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/8828486189006638467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/10/wrap-up.html' title='Wrap Up'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nPn1fYAFADU/TpUdZkhl2CI/AAAAAAAAAXc/jXBVtt8hEL4/s72-c/DSC02194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-1025388327201500698</id><published>2011-09-26T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T08:39:36.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day the Lord has made</title><content type='html'>Today is beautiful.  I woke up with my amazing wife dragging me out of bed at 6:00 to go to the gym.  Kendall is teaching a yoga classes at the local gym now so it forces me to get up and go get some exercise as well.  I did the yoga class once and I decided I am going to stick to the weight room for now, my legs were killing me.  After the workout, we came back to the house, cooked breakfast, made coffee and started the day.  Lizzy, our dog, has been sick so we took her to the vet to get some antibiotics and also to get her rabies shot so that she has what she needs for us to bring her back to the States.  She was terrified in the vet's office and knocked my coffee on the floor, fail.  I think that was God telling me I didn't need that third cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               After the vet, we went to the cell phone store because our internet connection hasn't been working.  We waited in three different lines for someone to finally tell us there was nothing they could do to help us.  The greatest thing this country has taught me is patience.  You don't understand inefficient until you live in Central America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Following the internet issue we went back to the gym.  No we are not obsessed with exercise but Kendall and I have decided to be each others personal trainers and today was my day to train her.  We worked out for another 45 min. or so and then I went to meet up with some of the kids from French Harbour.  One of the boys has recently gotten a job and he told me he was going to use part of his pay check to buy trash bags so that we could all go pick up trash in their community and around the church.  He said he believed that if he used his pay check to do something good like this that God would provide more.  So today we picked up trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zO4Bisan5dc/ToHslCSSoeI/AAAAAAAAAXM/1b-Hyaq5u2Y/s1600/DSC02164.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zO4Bisan5dc/ToHslCSSoeI/AAAAAAAAAXM/1b-Hyaq5u2Y/s320/DSC02164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657062727966958050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              It was some nasty trash but with the four of us and an hour or so we filled up 3 big black bags full.  We only covered the church and about 100yds of street but that was enough for today.  The other kids saw us and were asking when they get to do the same so I think some more trash days are on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3XOY0LbfiMY/ToHt0Bx4pOI/AAAAAAAAAXU/2AwXScoR9ig/s1600/DSC02162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3XOY0LbfiMY/ToHt0Bx4pOI/AAAAAAAAAXU/2AwXScoR9ig/s320/DSC02162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657064085040702690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-1025388327201500698?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1025388327201500698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-lord-has-made.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/1025388327201500698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/1025388327201500698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-lord-has-made.html' title='The day the Lord has made'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zO4Bisan5dc/ToHslCSSoeI/AAAAAAAAAXM/1b-Hyaq5u2Y/s72-c/DSC02164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-1106504320759408937</id><published>2011-09-12T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T10:20:46.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>US</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;'Heavenly  Father, we come  before you  today to ask your forgiveness and to seek  your direction and guidance.   We know Your Word  says, 'Woe to those  who  call evil good,' but  that is exactly what we  have done.  We have   lost our spiritual  equilibrium and reversed our  values.. We  have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;exploited the poor and  called it the  lottery&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;. We have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;rewarded laziness  and called it welfare&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;. We have  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;killed our unborn and called it choice&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;.  We have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;shot abortionists and called it justifiable&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;.  We have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;neglected to discipline our children and called it building self esteem.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;  We have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;abused power and called it politics&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;.  We have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;coveted  our neighbor's  possessions and called it ambition&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;.  We have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;polluted the air with profanity and pornography and  called it freedom of  expression.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;   We have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;ridiculed the time-honored values of our forefathers and called it  enlightenment&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;.   Search us, Oh God,  and know our hearts today;  cleanse us from every sin and Set us free.  Amen!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;  With the Lord's  help, may this prayer sweep over our nation and  wholeheartedly become our desire so that we again can be called 'One  nation under God!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;-Billy Graham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-1106504320759408937?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1106504320759408937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/09/us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/1106504320759408937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/1106504320759408937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/09/us.html' title='US'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-4876577403583615274</id><published>2011-09-01T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T14:58:41.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;So one night this summer while I was in the states i got a call from Roatan.  It was Mrs. Carolina who was with a whole bunch of the boys we work with on the island.  She talked to me about life for a minute then told me how all the boys had accepted Jesus.  They were super excited to tell me all about it.  I was so excited to here about their experiences and to encourage them over the phone.  It was such a reminder to me of the ways God works in His time.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;So I got back here this summer and I am overwhelmed by how God has been working on their hearts.  Over the last week I have had a few conversations with the kids and it excites me to see their desire to live out the life they have chosen but I also see the challenge laid before them.  They all live in an extremely dark environment where nothing Godly is esteemed or held high.  Every day consists of interactions and temptations with drugs, sex and violence.  They have taken the first step toward Jesus but the path laid before them is long and hard.  Its is for all of us but especially for these kids.  The only Jesus they have been shown is a Jesus of rules and judgement.  So they don't really understand grace and mercy.  When one of them makes a mistake or does something they don't view as "Christian," they feel condemned and the people around them don't help.  They are expected by others to be perfect once they have accepted Christ and if they are not, they will hear about it from their families, friends and people in church.  God has brought Kendall and I back here to teach them about God's grace and to teach them what a Christian truly is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;The judgement is not their only hurdle.  I believe Satan is battling for their souls.  Tuesday at our mentoring program I sat with Gus for a while and I felt an evil presence pressing in on him.  Its like I could see the fight taking place between good and evil.  He has such a desire to change and live a life for Christ but he is being tugged back to his former life.  It has been easy for me to get discouraged with all of this but I am leaning on the hope of Christ and what He has called us to do here.  Pray for us and for the kids we work with, they need more breakthrough and protection.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;As for Kendall and I we are loving the married life.  We are getting used to living together and figuring out each others ticks.  I don't like my towel to lay on the toilet or for our dog to get on the bed, Kendall hates dishes in the sink and clutter.  We are learning one thing at a time.  Our most frequent dinner has become frozen pizzas but we have been balancing it out with healthy smoothies and a lot of water.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;We are working at the children's home 2 mornings a week, working at a resort 1-3 days a week, and mentoring kids from French Harbour throughout the week.  Our schedule has not been consistent up to this point but I think we are beginning to figure it out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;The island is Hot, Hot, Hot so we have been sweating it out since we got back but last week we received and awesome blessing.  I was talking with a friend who told us someone she knows wanted to donate an A/C to her but she didn't need it.  She offered it to us and we were all for it.  two days later I drove out east to meet the donor and to take the A/C's out of his house.  It was a long and hot job but we got it out and 2 days later we were sleeping in a cool room.  We are so thankful for God's provision.  This is the first A/C I have had on this island and it has made the last 2 nights amazing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading, Much love! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-4876577403583615274?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4876577403583615274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/09/jumble.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/4876577403583615274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/4876577403583615274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/09/jumble.html' title='Jumble'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-1604628935032693668</id><published>2011-08-15T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T09:33:34.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>USA to Costa to Roatan</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kendall and I have been back on the island for a week after an amazing honeymoon to Costa Rica. It was the perfect trip, we spent 3 nights at a small hotel near a volcano and 4 nights on the pacific coast. We spent most of our time just relaxing and enjoying the places we were but we did get out a few times to explore. We went to some hot springs one day, got massages, rode horses, played Tennis and visited a couple local towns. Check out the pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c0OwuJtFpd8/TklGLjOLszI/AAAAAAAAAW0/P3r7Q0TWU1Y/s1600/DSCF0188.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c0OwuJtFpd8/TklGLjOLszI/AAAAAAAAAW0/P3r7Q0TWU1Y/s320/DSCF0188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641117172505490226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BXXJWqtdFN8/TklFc9kSuCI/AAAAAAAAAWs/oNAS1exUHLc/s1600/DSCF0178.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BXXJWqtdFN8/TklFc9kSuCI/AAAAAAAAAWs/oNAS1exUHLc/s320/DSCF0178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641116372123695138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Volcano Arenal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YrJP86qOeHY/TklE6OVAJ6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/5sLyQKLihJs/s1600/DSCF0107.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YrJP86qOeHY/TklE6OVAJ6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/5sLyQKLihJs/s320/DSCF0107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641115775327545250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Real!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZCDp3EkKTo/TklETuyu1WI/AAAAAAAAAWc/zPm7_t4ZufU/s1600/DSCF0106.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZCDp3EkKTo/TklETuyu1WI/AAAAAAAAAWc/zPm7_t4ZufU/s320/DSCF0106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641115114027275618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8aEX9eIx87c/TklDpJtrEOI/AAAAAAAAAWU/KyCdqIcwP9s/s1600/DSCF0069.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8aEX9eIx87c/TklDpJtrEOI/AAAAAAAAAWU/KyCdqIcwP9s/s320/DSCF0069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641114382519439586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been so good to be back and an amazing 2 weeks of marriage!  Kendall and I have already jumped into work with the street kids in French Harbour and the kids at the Children's Home.  And we have been starting to see how different this season of life here in Roatan is going to be.  A good friend of mine has been running the mentoring program while I have been going and he has really molded it into what it should be.  It has been good for me to work with him this week and see things that I never would have realized.  He grew up in a very similar environment to these kids so he understands them at a level that is impossible for me.  I know the Lord has brought us together to give these kids what they need and to love them in the way he desires us to.   As of now Kendall and I are working at the Children's home 2-3 days a week, mentoring 2 days a week and working for a resort 3 days a week for our apartment and food costs.  Keep us in your prayers!  Thank you and much love! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GL8Gd1PpiPg/TklKC4VrhkI/AAAAAAAAAW8/x-gh_63SK7Q/s1600/IMG_3669.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GL8Gd1PpiPg/TklKC4VrhkI/AAAAAAAAAW8/x-gh_63SK7Q/s320/IMG_3669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641121421601769026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. We had an amazing time at the wedding!  Thank you to everyone who came and celebrated with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-1604628935032693668?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1604628935032693668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/08/usa-to-costa-to-roatan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/1604628935032693668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/1604628935032693668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/08/usa-to-costa-to-roatan.html' title='USA to Costa to Roatan'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c0OwuJtFpd8/TklGLjOLszI/AAAAAAAAAW0/P3r7Q0TWU1Y/s72-c/DSCF0188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-2677126369845510708</id><published>2011-08-06T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T18:37:55.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:documentproperties&gt;   &lt;o:template&gt;Normal&lt;/o:Template&gt;   &lt;o:revision&gt;0&lt;/o:Revision&gt;   &lt;o:totaltime&gt;0&lt;/o:TotalTime&gt;   &lt;o:pages&gt;1&lt;/o:Pages&gt;   &lt;o:words&gt;337&lt;/o:Words&gt;   &lt;o:characters&gt;1923&lt;/o:Characters&gt;   &lt;o:lines&gt;16&lt;/o:Lines&gt;   &lt;o:paragraphs&gt;3&lt;/o:Paragraphs&gt;   &lt;o:characterswithspaces&gt;2361&lt;/o:CharactersWithSpaces&gt;   &lt;o:version&gt;11.1282&lt;/o:Version&gt;  &lt;/o:DocumentProperties&gt;  &lt;o:officedocumentsettings&gt;   &lt;o:allowpng/&gt;  &lt;/o:OfficeDocumentSettings&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotshowrevisions/&gt;   &lt;w:donotprintrevisions/&gt;   &lt;w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:usemarginsfordrawinggridorigin/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;     &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was something I wrote after our trip through Nicaragua last year.  Kendall and I spent new years eve in a park in Leon, Nicaragua.  As we walked through the park and prayed for the people around us we were moved by the brokenness in this world but also by the beauty of God in people.  The people I am writing about are not real  but compilations of many people I have encountered over the last two years in Central America.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;The human figure is created in the image of God!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can see the creator in everything around you, you only have to open your eyes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The park is full of life tonight.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People are everywhere, doing business, falling in love, falling in lust, searching for a hand out, and bargaining for a deal.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are made in his image but have fallen from the throne to depths undiscovered.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is one man standing on the East side of the park dreaming up the rout to his next fix.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Paulo has just come off of a high and is desperate to fill the void which is increasing by the minute.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has nothing left; his “wife” has left (or bean left) and his 5 year old twin boys have been been abandoned with no father to present a picture of what a man should be.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He traded his last 4 meals for a temporary high and he will chase that facade to the grave.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His next move will be to rob Jillian who has just come off of a 12 hour shift as house keeper.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her wages are necessary to provide dinner for her 6 children and mother.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like most Central American families, Jillian is a single mom who raises her kids with the help of her mother.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again there is no positive male figure present in the lives of these kids, so they will grow up believing what society says a man and a father are.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They show no emotion (except anger),&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;they do not trust anyone and value is found in accomplishments.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ruining a woman adds a notch to the belt; men always leave, they yell, they watch sports and yell some more, men run from real issues and hide any weakness with an unbreakable exterior.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jillian will most likely lose connection with her sons in adolescents as they build up resentment and that shell that they believe is necessary for survival.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She will not lose her daughters because they will lose their men; the women are united in their loss.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Darkness may saturate the world around us but God has dominion.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I stand here watching the world go by&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and lives fall apart I am filled with the Hope that only comes from my God!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He came for the broken, he came for the lost, he came to bring light to the dark……. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Satan may have a foot hold in this world but he is powerless to the name of Jesus Christ!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I proclaim that name as I walk into the darkness, nothing will stand against me!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am his torch bearer, I am his light in this park tonight! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pLDQM7w6tmo/Tj3sGjvAm_I/AAAAAAAAAWM/y1IDmIaOLcY/s1600/P2071539.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pLDQM7w6tmo/Tj3sGjvAm_I/AAAAAAAAAWM/y1IDmIaOLcY/s320/P2071539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637921905953512434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-2677126369845510708?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2677126369845510708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/08/park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/2677126369845510708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/2677126369845510708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/08/park.html' title='The Park'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pLDQM7w6tmo/Tj3sGjvAm_I/AAAAAAAAAWM/y1IDmIaOLcY/s72-c/P2071539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-4901489384464808452</id><published>2011-06-27T05:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T05:49:02.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blessed Day!</title><content type='html'>I am going to make this quick but I was so encouraged and blessed by God and His body of believers yesterday.  I was invited to share at Morning Star Church in Wilkesboro yesterday about the work I have been able to be a part of in Roatan.  I tried to plan out what I was going to share but like always, I didn't get to say what I had planned to.  The Lord spoke through me and He shared what needed to be shared.  Throughout the service I had 6 or 7 people come up to me giving me prophetic words, encouragement and donations.  I was so encouraged by this church and the way they came around me, a complete stranger and supported me with words and actions.  This is the way the church was meant to function.  We are called to walk though life &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; and to support each other through all things.  God has been an awesome provider for Kendall and I over the past year and I am so excited to continue this journey of faith as we depend on him to provide for our everyday needs as well as the needs of the ministry we have been called to.  Thank you to all who encouraged me and shared with me yesterday!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After such an awesome morning I was able to take a nap and catch up on some needed rest after spending the weekend with my nephews.  I am so thankful for that nap, haha.  Once I woke up 2 hours later, I went to Kostas' house for a bible study we are starting for the summer.  Yesterday was our first one and it was so so good.  Everyone was open and walls were immediately taken down as we started to ask tough questions and explore what a life lived for Christ is truly like.  We are going through the book of Romans and I am so excited to see the ways God teaches us through His word and through each other.  Anyone who is in HP and would like to be a part of the study, just let me know.  Thanks for your prayers always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eoHiY9a4LgY/Tgh7dCCngYI/AAAAAAAAAWE/gwk91cIZX0k/s1600/IMG_1224.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eoHiY9a4LgY/Tgh7dCCngYI/AAAAAAAAAWE/gwk91cIZX0k/s320/IMG_1224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622879873466335618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, we had Krispy Kreme donuts at our bible study!  That was the icing on the cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-4901489384464808452?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4901489384464808452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/06/blessed-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/4901489384464808452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/4901489384464808452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/06/blessed-day.html' title='A Blessed Day!'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eoHiY9a4LgY/Tgh7dCCngYI/AAAAAAAAAWE/gwk91cIZX0k/s72-c/IMG_1224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-4888299004190727164</id><published>2011-06-25T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T13:34:57.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A look back at the year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a6K7NGJ_NtU/TgZFSclOJqI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Kfv0PAzUf6g/s1600/First%2Bengagement%2Bphoto.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a6K7NGJ_NtU/TgZFSclOJqI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Kfv0PAzUf6g/s320/First%2Bengagement%2Bphoto.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622257368030914210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get to Marry this Amazing Woman of God!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eKHaGtsa7e0/TgZFCdF_-4I/AAAAAAAAAVs/ZY3sO6vuMTc/s1600/IMG_1308.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eKHaGtsa7e0/TgZFCdF_-4I/AAAAAAAAAVs/ZY3sO6vuMTc/s320/IMG_1308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622257093290490754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The little ones at the children's home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FCN91cVpw8s/TgZE41ss--I/AAAAAAAAAVk/NLR8ZV7Fyxs/s1600/IMG_1301.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FCN91cVpw8s/TgZE41ss--I/AAAAAAAAAVk/NLR8ZV7Fyxs/s320/IMG_1301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622256928096582626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kendall and I got a dog, she isn't too lady like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J2kVlP2PKI4/TgZEuzorV5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/z-jIJ7q0FXY/s1600/IMG_2976.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J2kVlP2PKI4/TgZEuzorV5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/z-jIJ7q0FXY/s320/IMG_2976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622256755744135058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can't help but smile with these kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o_DQfY5g6_s/TgZEhez3TMI/AAAAAAAAAVU/13G0xmVjhZQ/s1600/IMG_2260.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o_DQfY5g6_s/TgZEhez3TMI/AAAAAAAAAVU/13G0xmVjhZQ/s320/IMG_2260.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622256526815612098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The one and only, Pablo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iL69EtPIAds/TgZEZqvHpnI/AAAAAAAAAVM/LoefUDF2neI/s1600/IMG_2217.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iL69EtPIAds/TgZEZqvHpnI/AAAAAAAAAVM/LoefUDF2neI/s320/IMG_2217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622256392577984114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful Caribbean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZfP8u52pkU/TgZEKn1_mpI/AAAAAAAAAVE/fdj1K--iORg/s1600/IMG_1876.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZfP8u52pkU/TgZEKn1_mpI/AAAAAAAAAVE/fdj1K--iORg/s320/IMG_1876.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622256134103472786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I taught these kids all year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JdCq8WjHmvA/TgZD6LeWtwI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ifceQBBlZ_A/s1600/IMG_1648.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JdCq8WjHmvA/TgZD6LeWtwI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ifceQBBlZ_A/s320/IMG_1648.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622255851610224386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was blessed with an awesome group of teachers to work and do life with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DxtYHSs_MOc/TgZDss98uQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y_EsJvHmqBk/s1600/IMG_1402.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DxtYHSs_MOc/TgZDss98uQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y_EsJvHmqBk/s320/IMG_1402.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622255620082940162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doing life in the ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XXdYhxFT_qw/TgZDev5v-3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/kG1fB4JGpdk/s1600/IMG_2027.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XXdYhxFT_qw/TgZDev5v-3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/kG1fB4JGpdk/s320/IMG_2027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622255380352465778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meal of choice, fresh iguana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-la91LrszR1Q/TgZFKHSezaI/AAAAAAAAAV0/UtRF455nZFM/s1600/IMG_1335.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-la91LrszR1Q/TgZFKHSezaI/AAAAAAAAAV0/UtRF455nZFM/s320/IMG_1335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622257224876215714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Headed home, adios Roatan.  See you in a month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-4888299004190727164?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4888299004190727164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/06/look-back-at-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/4888299004190727164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/4888299004190727164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/06/look-back-at-year.html' title='A look back at the year!'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a6K7NGJ_NtU/TgZFSclOJqI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Kfv0PAzUf6g/s72-c/First%2Bengagement%2Bphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-4046761848310322346</id><published>2011-06-16T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T14:21:28.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k5apEEB-Log/TfpzriCuDZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/jLTsICDNiBU/s1600/DSCN1429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k5apEEB-Log/TfpzriCuDZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/jLTsICDNiBU/s320/DSCN1429.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618930676807896466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             So I am back in NC for summer break and I'm getting MARRIED!!!!!!  I'm so stoked to me marrying the woman of my dreams!  God is taking us on an amazing journey.  &lt;br /&gt;         So I want to give a little update on the past few months in Roatan.  The mentoring program has grown to over 40 kids twice a week.  Some women from the church have been cooking meals for us and there have been many new volunteers who have come along side of what God is doing in French Harbour.  Two of my best friends, Aaron and Martha Parrish moved to the island for 3 months and helped put some structure to the program.  They made such and impact on the kids and on me during their time on the island.  Before they came, I had just been shooting from the hip each week and showing up to hang out with a bunch of kids but they were able to challenge me to seek and cast a vision for the program.  It was awesome to work with Martha as she put in constant work to mold and push the program forward.  We are very different in our approach to things but in this situation it brought immense progress.  I now have a more clear vision for the reasons God has placed Kendall and I in this community.  They left in mid May and have been deeply missed by me and the kids.  While they were helping in French Harbour we experienced awesome provision.  Aaron and Martha had been spending money everyday going back and forth to a local place to print out educational resources which was very inconvenient.  After about 2 weeks, a lot of money spent and time wasted traveling back forth, a group of visiting missionaries randomly donated a brand new printer/copier to us.  Thank you Jesus.  In that same week, we recieved over $1600 of unexpected donations.  This money has been such a blessing because it has freed us up to provide for the needs of these kids and of the program.  &lt;br /&gt;           I gathered up 9 kids 2 weeks ago, piled them in my car and drove to the local orphanage where we played an epic soccer game VS. the orphanage team.  Following the game, I took all the kids out for pizza where we talked about the game, good sportsmanship and the Love I have for them which is from God.  These are powerful experiences that donations like we received a month ago have allowed us to do.  Thank you to everyone who supports us.  lives are truly being changed and these young men are being empowered by the love of Christ.  &lt;br /&gt;          The mentoring program was going to stop for the summer when I left for two months but God had other plans.  A week before I left, two women approached me and said that they wanted to keep the program going for the summer and that once I got back, they want to expand and offer more to the kids.  One of the women, Jennifer, shared her vision with me for a program that functions everyday of the week, providing food for kids and a positive safe environment to keep them off the streets.  I am so thankful and encouraged by the way God brings like minded believers together to accomplish His purposes.  Thanks for your prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Mine and Kendall's new website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.wix.com/rhjohnson44/hishands"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CrxPW0hn9nA/TfpzVRWYTfI/AAAAAAAAAUc/1zhR0-O9qcI/s1600/IMG_2986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CrxPW0hn9nA/TfpzVRWYTfI/AAAAAAAAAUc/1zhR0-O9qcI/s320/IMG_2986.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618930294369832434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-4046761848310322346?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4046761848310322346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/06/happenings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/4046761848310322346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/4046761848310322346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/06/happenings.html' title='The Happenings'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k5apEEB-Log/TfpzriCuDZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/jLTsICDNiBU/s72-c/DSCN1429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-3093635423066298670</id><published>2011-06-10T07:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T07:03:42.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashy</title><content type='html'>They Put Chrome Rims on the Rodeo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-3093635423066298670?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3093635423066298670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/06/flashy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/3093635423066298670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/3093635423066298670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/06/flashy.html' title='Flashy'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-3685934533714111401</id><published>2011-06-08T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T08:26:14.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chug a Lug</title><content type='html'>So my car has been for sale for the last month because its falling apart and my mechanic said I need to replace the frame (didn't know that was possible).  Well I began this journey as a used car salesman with a lot of ambition.  I advertised my 2000 Rodeo for sale at $4,800 (I've invested about $5,300).  I know it sounds ridiculous to you, but cars are super expensive here.  So I was finally approached by a guy who was interested.  He showed up and with an air of confidence I began to tell him how well the engine runs and how the A/C is super cold and under my breath I mentioned that I have had to have some work done because of the rust on the frame.  Then came the test drive.  We get in an he hit the gas like we were at Bowman Gray Race Track.  RPM's were running at like 5000 and I was sitting in the back praying for the car to stay in one piece.  I guess he really wanted to test her.  We stopped at a gas station to turn around and the motor gargled for a minute then cut off.  The car honestly hasn't done that to me, at least not in a long time, but I also don't push her that hard.  By this point, they were questioning my credibility.  They offered me 2,000 for the car I told them I wanted 3,000 and I left with no deal.  The next day I was driving it and heard a terrible noise under the car, I took it straight to my mechanic who told me the frame had broken, like in two pieces!  The guys called back that day and offered me 2,500, at this point I would take anything.  We had a deal but I told them it was at the shop and we would have to meet the next day.  My mechanic spent a day welding everything possible and by the time I handed it off, it was driving better than ever.  The guys who bought it had gone by the mechanic and were well aware of the rust damage so in the end I felt fine turning the car over to them.  The moral of the story is that I am a crappy used car salesman because I have a conscience.  I had knots in my stomach for 2 days because I didn't want to screw these guys over, in the end they knew of all the cars problems and I had come down to half of my asking price, I believe it is a win win.  Adios Rodrigo/Sasha, the Rodeo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e0mS2saUx_Q/Te-UV-YFU0I/AAAAAAAAAUU/msunRQqe5KA/s1600/DSCN7965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e0mS2saUx_Q/Te-UV-YFU0I/AAAAAAAAAUU/msunRQqe5KA/s320/DSCN7965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615870365596472130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-3685934533714111401?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3685934533714111401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/06/chug-lug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/3685934533714111401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/3685934533714111401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/06/chug-lug.html' title='Chug a Lug'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e0mS2saUx_Q/Te-UV-YFU0I/AAAAAAAAAUU/msunRQqe5KA/s72-c/DSCN7965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-296265014841301244</id><published>2011-05-30T21:35:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T06:52:26.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTy8Ea84NjI/TeTxPMiAFxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/SsnS2MjjGh8/s1600/IMG_1072.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTy8Ea84NjI/TeTxPMiAFxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/SsnS2MjjGh8/s320/IMG_1072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612876278974650130" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was skimming my journal and came across this entry from about a year and a half ago. When I spend time with the Lord, I often go back to the times when I have felt closest to Him, enjoying his creation........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The rocks cry out for glory! There is freedom in the mountain, there is freedom in the climb. Something says, "push on." "Hit the ridge and keep on going." The path is sometimes difficult and the load is sometimes heavy but I must push on. I feel a burn in my legs and exhaustion creeps in. There is freedom in every step. The peak comes into view and begins to draw me like a magnet. Every step is a gift, essential but taken for granted. My breathing is heavy and my muscles burn but my mind stays focused, one step at a time. The climb is steep and the path sometimes unclear but there is a constant whisper that says, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;follow me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." There is freedom in the path, there is freedom in the whisper. The peak is deceiving, its tricks me and beats me down but I know the distance, I know the truth, my maps don't lie. The heavy breathing dissipates and the load becomes light. With summit under foot, I look up to hear His voice gently say, &lt;div&gt; "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;," followed by the cry of creation that says, "all glory and praise to my maker."&lt;b&gt;I am free when I am close to you&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nSrK6UejVns/TeTyE02ttSI/AAAAAAAAAUI/b5QOtEQOAK8/s1600/IMG_1184.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nSrK6UejVns/TeTyE02ttSI/AAAAAAAAAUI/b5QOtEQOAK8/s320/IMG_1184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612877200332010786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-296265014841301244?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/296265014841301244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/05/freedom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/296265014841301244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/296265014841301244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/05/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTy8Ea84NjI/TeTxPMiAFxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/SsnS2MjjGh8/s72-c/IMG_1072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-6819788699341418727</id><published>2011-05-30T17:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T18:09:49.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Order</title><content type='html'>So I was sick for 3 weeks here on the island which was no fun.  I went to the doctor twice, each visit took over 4 hours, they put me on malaria medication which I took for 5 days and didn't get better and after many calls from my mom, my dad, and Kendall who love me and care for me so well, I got a plane ticket home to go to a doctor in the States.  Turns out I have Mono which blows but its better than something serious, so I am counting my blessings.  I have been doing my best to lay low and rest but that is probably the hardest thing in the world for me to do.  I have been able to look at the positive in all of this as well though, right before I went home I had been struggling for about 2 weeks emotionally spiritually and obviously physically so I take the trip home as a gift from the Lord.  Kendall is no longer here on the island so it was so good to be refreshed by my family and the woman I love.  I have been back here now for about 4 days and I feel mentally and spiritually refreshed, I am trying to finish the year strong or at least as strong as I can.  I felt great the past two days and pushed it pretty hard taking 8 kids from French Harbour to play a soccer game VS. the local orphanage, going to school, building a few things, and catching up with people then this afternoon I hit a wall and fell asleep for 3 1/2 hours, it was so good.  I still feel pretty good and I think I am on the tail end of this sickness so if you think about it please keep me in your prayers, I have a lot on my mind and heart to do before I leave and I only have 1.5 weeks.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I am super excited for my wedding and am learning so much about Kendall, myself and the Lord through this engagement process.  Its amazing how much you can learn about the Lord through a relationship with another person.  Much love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-6819788699341418727?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6819788699341418727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/05/out-of-order.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/6819788699341418727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/6819788699341418727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/05/out-of-order.html' title='Out of Order'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-8161924879512188939</id><published>2011-05-18T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T13:57:04.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;"How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Romans 10:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;The Gospel can be told using the most basic words and still manage to cut to the very root of a person.  It is the most beautiful and life changing message on earth!  I have had the opportunity to share the gospel a few times this week and remembered how simple words can bring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;  One of my friends shared his conviction with me after church on Sunday.  He was convicted of the sin in his life and didn't know how to express it.  Gus looked at me after church and said, "I feel sad."  Later that day I took him out to follow through on a promise I had made him to teach him how to drive stick shift and I asked him what he meant in church.  This it what he said, "I feel bad when I go to church because I sometimes fight people and do other bad things that I know I shouldn't do.  And I just wonder, when am I going to change?"  In that moment I was able to share the Gospel of grace with Gus.  I simply told him that we will always mess up but God loves us and the beauty of what Jesus did 2000 years ago is that God forgives us of everything we have done and He will continue to forgive us for the rest of our lives.  All we have to do is believe that and Love Him.  A part of loving Him is doing what you know you should do, so even though God forgives us, we can't do as we please.  We must try our best to honor God and do what He wants us to do.  Gus is a soft spoken 18 year old guy who I have been building a relationship with for about a year now.  He spends a lot of time thinking and is very careful with his words so when he says things like that, it is not taken lightly.  The Lord is after his heart and I believe Gus is a lot closer to redemption that he realizes.  Please pray for Gus!  Keep your eyes open throughout your day for opportunities to share the love of Christ through words and actions.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;We must open our mouths and share the truth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;  This is our call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);  line-height: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-atnQ4jVE7h8/TdP2U6tyWjI/AAAAAAAAAT4/sodrfFrOCs0/s320/IMG_0168.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608096800225516082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);  line-height: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-8161924879512188939?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8161924879512188939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-and-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/8161924879512188939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/8161924879512188939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-and-truth.html' title='Life and Truth'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-atnQ4jVE7h8/TdP2U6tyWjI/AAAAAAAAAT4/sodrfFrOCs0/s72-c/IMG_0168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-3818284666205194888</id><published>2011-05-14T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T21:09:32.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red, yellow and sometimes white</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Martha hands Alejandro a hot dog at mentoring last week and says "do you want ketchup and Mustard"&lt;div&gt;Alejandro - What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Martha - Do you want Ketchup and Mustard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alejandro - What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Martha - C'mon man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alejandro - You mean the red and the yellow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Martha - yea, the red and the yellow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alejandro - I want red.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Martha - ok, got it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alejandro - No I want red and yellow............. you ain't got no white?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Limited vocabulary, we are working on improving that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vB_2o0FCOxQ/Tc9Rq771hjI/AAAAAAAAATo/1XLU6N0NjgY/s320/IMG_1068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606789859184576050" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-3818284666205194888?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3818284666205194888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/05/red-yellow-and-sometimes-white.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/3818284666205194888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/3818284666205194888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/05/red-yellow-and-sometimes-white.html' title='Red, yellow and sometimes white'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vB_2o0FCOxQ/Tc9Rq771hjI/AAAAAAAAATo/1XLU6N0NjgY/s72-c/IMG_1068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-1196040977916651773</id><published>2011-05-09T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T11:50:47.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living up to the name!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9bIBiEMxHk/Tcg3ec6KBXI/AAAAAAAAATg/figpWh7XqF4/s1600/IMG_1034.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9bIBiEMxHk/Tcg3ec6KBXI/AAAAAAAAATg/figpWh7XqF4/s320/IMG_1034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604790732558304626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my first time taking some of our boys climbing.  It was awesome to see these teenagers get so excited about climbing!  They have never done anything like this so it was awesome to get them out of their boxes and get a little uncomfortable.  These kids walk the streets everyday and pretty much fear nothing, but when they got about 15 feet off the ground, I thought they were going to pee in their pants.  I chose three kids who have shown some leadership qualities in our mentoring program but who still need a lot of guidance.  We were able to relate trusting in the rope to trusting in God and having to let go of our problems sometimes trusting God to take care of us.  It was Gus' birthday, so we all went out for pizza after climbing with one of the other teachers and replenished our bodies with grease and soda.  It was the perfect day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-1196040977916651773?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1196040977916651773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/05/living-up-to-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/1196040977916651773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/1196040977916651773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/05/living-up-to-name.html' title='Living up to the name!'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9bIBiEMxHk/Tcg3ec6KBXI/AAAAAAAAATg/figpWh7XqF4/s72-c/IMG_1034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-2608692805167260640</id><published>2011-04-12T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T20:12:54.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IK6At3FjwYo/TaStuuKy0LI/AAAAAAAAATQ/7PfZjNFrcsM/s1600/Harry%2B020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IK6At3FjwYo/TaStuuKy0LI/AAAAAAAAATQ/7PfZjNFrcsM/s320/Harry%2B020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594787655279890610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The above picture and following pictures are a glimpse into our work on the island!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fe Y Amor&lt;/span&gt;, Hasked ran up to me the other day with the biggest grin on his face and started examining my wrist.  The next thing I knew he was holding his arm up to mine and giggling like a school girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WsCtr9YDG9w/TaSsp5D3u7I/AAAAAAAAATA/1HZ9zHvqgz0/s1600/Harry%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WsCtr9YDG9w/TaSsp5D3u7I/AAAAAAAAATA/1HZ9zHvqgz0/s320/Harry%2B009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594786472792669106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French Harbour boys, trying to look hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-flKcyzO-Lbw/TaSsbZerEhI/AAAAAAAAAS4/CJUW3J_pYS4/s1600/Harry%2B026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-flKcyzO-Lbw/TaSsbZerEhI/AAAAAAAAAS4/CJUW3J_pYS4/s320/Harry%2B026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594786223796982290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is Jarvick, he has been hanging out with me for over a year and is really close to my heart.  He can be one of the toughest kids to work with because he is all over the place all the time but he has a great heart and has come along way from constantly begging and hitting everyone he sees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vfX_XSd1m8E/TaSsPLOMFBI/AAAAAAAAASw/tmZB7-o_hAE/s1600/Harry%2B023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vfX_XSd1m8E/TaSsPLOMFBI/AAAAAAAAASw/tmZB7-o_hAE/s320/Harry%2B023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594786013811315730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Ricardo on the left and Drestin on the Right.  They are both 14 years old and have just received their reward for completing their first month of tutoring/mentoring.  The first full month a kid comes to our program they get a soccer ball and every month following they get $2.50 which they can choose to save and put in the "bank" or take it that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iJ-0n6C4uJE/TaSrdh34G_I/AAAAAAAAASo/zts4av-9HZs/s1600/Harry%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iJ-0n6C4uJE/TaSrdh34G_I/AAAAAAAAASo/zts4av-9HZs/s320/Harry%2B003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594785160898288626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Denzel, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Most of these boys have been written off as a waste of time or a threat to people on the island of Roatan.  They spend most days begging for food and looking for something to keep them occupied.  Many of them are can't read, have nothing to eat, and sleep in unreal environments.  One of the families I work closest with has 8 people living in a one bedroom home; no running water or refrigerator.  The community these kids grow up in is saturated with drugs, sex and violence which is inescapable but these kids have not been ruined.  They are still full of life and the Lord is changing them.  He is calling them one by one to rise up and become the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;leaders&lt;/span&gt; their community needs.  I pray that God will continue to guide us as we pour into their lives.  Join me in prayer for these kids and the community of French Harbour in Roatan Honduras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-2608692805167260640?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2608692805167260640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/04/fh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/2608692805167260640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/2608692805167260640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/04/fh.html' title='FH'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IK6At3FjwYo/TaStuuKy0LI/AAAAAAAAATQ/7PfZjNFrcsM/s72-c/Harry%2B020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-7119796168941915650</id><published>2011-04-12T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T12:43:10.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honor roll!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b_StCH1SeSU/TaSqmcBUBHI/AAAAAAAAASg/HNSYpiKFU6o/s1600/Harry%2B028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b_StCH1SeSU/TaSqmcBUBHI/AAAAAAAAASg/HNSYpiKFU6o/s320/Harry%2B028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594784214434448498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been following my blog, you will remember the 4th grade girl we supported to come back to school this year.  Her name is Alison and she is one of the sweetest girls I know.  Her parents have worked exemely hard to pay for her to go to my school.  They own a vegetable stand that they run out of their house and her dad picks up odd jobs wherever he can.  The first two weeks of school Ali was not here so i asked our principal where she had been.  I was made aware that her parents were 6 months behind on payments from the year before and that Ali would not be returning to school.  I was extremely bothered by this becaus i know the environment Ali lives in and i can forsee where she will end up without a positive environment to push her forward and mold her into the woman God wants her to be.  My mom, dad and many friends pitched in money to support her education this year which has blessed that family in crazy ways.  When we sat down with Ali and her dad 8 months ago to tell them that Ali could come back to school without worrying about payments for this year or the debt from last year he burst into tears.  He told us how hard he has worked to get her into our school and about ceasless prayers for God to provide for them financially.  Ali had the biggest smile on her face and it hasn't faded since.  The third quarter just ended and Ali ran up to me at the end of the day yesterday with a giant grin.  She looked like she was going to explode with excitement as she yelled out, "I  got on honor roll, I got on honor roll.".  English is not her first language so she often struggles to keep up in reading and writing so this was a huge accomplishment for her.  I was so proud to see her recieve her award this morning and i am so thankful to God and everyone who provided for her this year.  Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-7119796168941915650?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7119796168941915650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/04/honor-roll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/7119796168941915650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/7119796168941915650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/04/honor-roll.html' title='Honor roll!'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b_StCH1SeSU/TaSqmcBUBHI/AAAAAAAAASg/HNSYpiKFU6o/s72-c/Harry%2B028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-6111223951199056045</id><published>2011-03-22T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T13:24:06.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord, He Is My Provider</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mt-dq82MxmE/TYkFEFV8XzI/AAAAAAAAASY/MsUVa0WF_rw/s1600/Harry%2527s%2Bpictures%2B326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587002380441640754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mt-dq82MxmE/TYkFEFV8XzI/AAAAAAAAASY/MsUVa0WF_rw/s320/Harry%2527s%2Bpictures%2B326.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a part of many projects here on the island that desperately need funding. We have started a mentoring program that meets twice a week at a local church. We provide, reading education, character education, love and a dependable meal to kids that have to beg for most of their food. I was shocked when I told a 6 year old kid that he deserved a reward for coming to mentoring and he asked for a box of corn flakes and milk. The program is run using an incentive system where the kids are rewarded for coming consistently each month. We are up to 30 boys and growing every day. Please support us to buy educational materials, rewards and food. Other projects are ever changing but include things such as painting houses, buying school uniforms for kids to go to school, providing other school supplies, supporting micro-enterprises by giving people loans to start business'. We have assisted one family in starting a linen business, she buys linens from the mainland at a low cost and can sell them here on the island for a profit. I would love to help one family start a business making pinyata's and also help some of the street kids start a bicycle repair business. Support Kendall and I as we strive to serve God and the people of Roatan. Everything that we have been able to do has been financially started and sustained by family, friends and our own investments. Thank you to everyone who supports us in the things God has called us to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_donations&amp;amp;business=Rhjohnson44%40gmail%2ecom&amp;amp;lc=US&amp;amp;item_name=Roatan%20Projects&amp;amp;currency_code=USD&amp;amp;bn=PP%2dDonationsBF%3abtn_donateCC_LG%2egif%3aNonHosted"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Donate Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Praises:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago at then end of mentoring, we gathered together to pray. I explained that we have been buying all the food with our money and we are going broke so we need God to provide for us. I asked a 13 year old boy to pray for God to provide. Pablo said, "God, give us food." I added "please," and he responded with an "Amen." The following day I called a church member who had expressed interest in helping with the tutoring and she asked if she could provide food for every day of mentoring!!!!! It was awesome to go back to mentoring the following day and share that God has answered our prayers. I know what we are doing is important simply by Gods faithfulness in provision. He is so good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-6111223951199056045?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6111223951199056045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/03/lord-he-is-my-provider.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/6111223951199056045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/6111223951199056045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/03/lord-he-is-my-provider.html' title='The Lord, He Is My Provider'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mt-dq82MxmE/TYkFEFV8XzI/AAAAAAAAASY/MsUVa0WF_rw/s72-c/Harry%2527s%2Bpictures%2B326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-6592241103065469685</id><published>2011-03-15T21:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T21:51:58.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life</title><content type='html'>I rarely know where a blog post is going until I start.  Sometimes I have no words and I just sit here staring at a blank page, other times I just list the things that are happening around me, sometimes I pour out my heart and right now I am just explaining the process.  I could tell you about all the things that have happened over the last two weeks, its been kinda crazy, but I'm not feeling that right now.  I will try to give that type of update soon.  So I want to share a little about me, the world and God.  I had an awesome opportunity to stand embracing Juliana (we just built her a house) while a mission group gave her a life changing gift that will help her start her baking business.  Juliana was crying, the group was crying, everyone was praising God and I was translating.  Later that night, I was debriefing with the group and every person shared their life altering reactions to the earlier experience.  When they got to me I was completely honest with the group and I told them "I was happy for everything but I didn't feel anything and I'm not ok with that."  I left that night and prayed for the Lord to soften my heart and allow me to feel what He is feeling for the world around me.  The next 24 hours was packed with feelings of pain, brokenness, and frustration.  I was thinking about the family situations I work within here, the kids who have no support, the people who are being abused around me, and the fear that many people live in.  Then to top all of off, I was sitting in traffic next to a dog on the street who was abandoned, filthy, hungry and had a broken leg that was literally dangling from skin.  No one was going to take care of this dog, no one even acknowledged its existence and I was overwhelmed with how dark and lost the world truly is.  It was a heavy day and I felt extremely burdened by all of this.  Be careful what you pray for.  That night Kendall and I were sitting with a sick girl, Maricela, from her Children's Home at the hospital.  We were sharing with her the story of Peter walking on the water to Jesus when she stopped me to tell me about her encounter with the Lord.  She said, "one night I was sleeping and I had a dream.  Jesus came to me in my dream and told me to go to church the next night.  So I went to church where they were having a conference and I received a new life.  I left and was a new person."  Amen, Amen, Amen!!! I let that process for a minute and the Lord spoke to my heart.  He said, "you can't fix all of this but I can."  God doesn't want us to be burdened by the darkness of this world we do need to feel the pain and brokenness just to know what is at stake and the reality of the battle but we also must be celebrating in Gods plan and his goodness.  God doesn't need us to do this but he has given us the opportunity to be a part of this amazing story.  He offers us a role in the most amazing story ever written.  God is good, he gave Maricela new life simply because he loves her.  This world is full of corruption, injustice, pain and other sucky situations but God carries that burden.  Ask God to show you his heart and to open your heart to truly feel the world around you.  It will stir you to jump into his plan to rescue the world.  He wants all to have new life!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-6592241103065469685?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6592241103065469685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/6592241103065469685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/6592241103065469685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-life.html' title='New Life'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-3926974943311335203</id><published>2011-03-13T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T14:02:17.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin' Dirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0c6xRWw7iYo/TX0vwh-Y8JI/AAAAAAAAASI/n0diyjTX4qA/s1600/IMG_0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0c6xRWw7iYo/TX0vwh-Y8JI/AAAAAAAAASI/n0diyjTX4qA/s320/IMG_0655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583671623809560722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We built a house!! Thank you so much to everyone who supported. Juliana and Daniel are ecstatic about their new home. Every time we talk about it all she can say is "Gracias a Dios", "Thank you God"!!!! We had a group of college students from Virginia helping us build as well as some volunteers from REI who came down to work with Dwellings. It was awesome to see the family getting in the dirt with us to dig, lift the walls and hammer the nails. Thank you for making this possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BIeXbmn0jEk/TX0vEc42t1I/AAAAAAAAARw/GmfD1LrCT08/s1600/IMG_0637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BIeXbmn0jEk/TX0vEc42t1I/AAAAAAAAARw/GmfD1LrCT08/s320/IMG_0637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583670866529924946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zyiRuKDi1pY/TX0u7qiIhII/AAAAAAAAARo/gGJUshGROFI/s1600/IMG_0628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zyiRuKDi1pY/TX0u7qiIhII/AAAAAAAAARo/gGJUshGROFI/s320/IMG_0628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583670715573896322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PQPc622MzEg/TX0ulbU1bTI/AAAAAAAAARg/0NE8QFX70Kg/s1600/IMG_0592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PQPc622MzEg/TX0ulbU1bTI/AAAAAAAAARg/0NE8QFX70Kg/s320/IMG_0592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583670333534465330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xi0AUHhdYyg/TX0uM6_jNnI/AAAAAAAAARY/jSgeTwb-hEQ/s1600/IMG_0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xi0AUHhdYyg/TX0uM6_jNnI/AAAAAAAAARY/jSgeTwb-hEQ/s320/IMG_0549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583669912538396274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family's new view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QeNhKV2CBR0/TX0uBd1ArXI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oWY7x-7nLes/s1600/IMG_0508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QeNhKV2CBR0/TX0uBd1ArXI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oWY7x-7nLes/s320/IMG_0508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583669715731000690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the mother Juliana and one of her daughters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mL_ZpH-GD0E/TX0tqnfim5I/AAAAAAAAARI/9dVPA1sDblQ/s1600/IMG_0499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mL_ZpH-GD0E/TX0tqnfim5I/AAAAAAAAARI/9dVPA1sDblQ/s320/IMG_0499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583669323188312978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am sorry I do not have a picture of the finished house uploaded on my computer yet but you can look at a lot more photos at this link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alternativemissions.com/ministries/dwellings/dwellingsblog/archives/2011/02/13/daniel_juliana_-_roatan_honduras_march_2011"&gt;Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-3926974943311335203?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3926974943311335203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/03/movin-dirt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/3926974943311335203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/3926974943311335203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/03/movin-dirt.html' title='Movin&apos; Dirt'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0c6xRWw7iYo/TX0vwh-Y8JI/AAAAAAAAASI/n0diyjTX4qA/s72-c/IMG_0655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-3228276825828718862</id><published>2011-02-27T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T20:58:09.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bam!!</title><content type='html'>I am so thankful for the body of Christ.  I have been spiritually dry lately, running on fumes.  As you can see from the last post, I am blessed to be a part of many good things but in doing so I have been neglecting my time with the Lord.  I got to speak about our mentoring program at church tonight to try and recruit some support.  It was good to share with the congregation but more importantly it was awesome to be in God's presence.  It was so good to be refreshed in worship and prayer.  I was super grumpy this morning and i felt so bad because Kendall had to put up with my bad attitude but tonight the Lord brought cleansing and peace.  I praise the Lord for every moment I spend in His presence.  I don't understand why I continually pull away from Him or neglect him when I know that is where my fullness dwells.  I pray for God to call me near and fill me with a desire that only he can quench.  I pray the same thing for you.  Get alone with Him.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-3228276825828718862?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3228276825828718862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/02/bam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/3228276825828718862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/3228276825828718862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/02/bam.html' title='Bam!!'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-4786297160600395136</id><published>2011-02-24T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T11:36:19.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wham.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;School:  I came into the 3rd quarter with a fresh attitude and drive to put my all into my job.  I have done better but can still use a little work.  We just finished Volleyball and Wiffle ball units in my PE classes and this upcoming week we will start Soccer (the kids will be teaching me).  My elementary boys soccer team has played and won 2 games since Christmas and we have another one scheduled for March 11th.  Now I just need to get more than 5 to show up for practice.  The kids have been really good for the most part and my relationship with a lot of the high school students is continually going deeper.  One of my 10th graders approached me the other day to talk about purity and saving yourself for marriage.  I got to encourage him and let him know that it's not "gay" to wait for the woman God has planned for you.  I was just standing in the hall when he approached me and I realized how important it is to remain in the moment and acknowledge the opportunities to serve that God has placed right in front of you.  I'm working on that too.  Zach (my roommate) and I have gotten the high school boys to become members of the gym and we have them on a solid weight training plan.  This is the first time most of them have ever touched weights and they are loving it.  Its not unusual to see them walking the halls now with their sleeves rolled up or talking about their next max out, its a beautiful thing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mentoring:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our mentoring program is blowing up!  We have had to move locations and split into two time slots.  Today at 3, we had 13 kids and at 5 we had another 9.  We are now meeting at a local church where I will be speaking this sunday to try and raise financial support as well as volunteers to help us mentor/tutor.  As of now we are meeting Tuesday's and Thursday's at 3 and 5.  We tutor in reading, writing and math then hang out for a bit and eat bologne sandwiches.  It is an awesome opportunity to love these kids, give them a meal that they can depend on, encourage them, teach them and pray with them.  The Lord is blessing this ministry emensly.  Please continue to pray for us and all the boys we work with throughout the week.  Most of them lack supervision, beg for their food and are surrounded on a daily basis with drugs and violence.  Brandon is a 17 year old boy who just got out of jail.  He was in jail for 5 months for stealing a cell phone (jail here is not pleasant).  He does not know his alphabet and WILL become a drug dealer or continue his criminal activity if nothing is done.  As I was sitting with him today helping him learn to read an analog clock, I realized the importance of what God has brought before us.  These kids are at the bottom in this culture and do not have much of a chance to climb up.  They don't know any other way and they won't unless someone shows them.  Brandon has come both days this week and I am excited to see the way God uses our time together to open him up and heal the dark places in his life.  I love serving these kids and I love being with them.  They are in all honesty some of the most fun people I know.  I feel blessed to be their friends.  Thank you for your prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home Build:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, Thank you, Thank you for all the support!  We will be starting the build next monday!!!! The posts are in the ground and the family is super excited!  Continue to support in prayer and giving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ministrysync.com/event/website/?m=551383"&gt;Home Build&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-4786297160600395136?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4786297160600395136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/02/wham.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/4786297160600395136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/4786297160600395136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/02/wham.html' title='Wham.....'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-5043215864843848664</id><published>2011-02-03T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T07:04:57.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Vida en Fotos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TUrD5LHUBnI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/RnYk5z0R5pY/s1600/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TUrD5LHUBnI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/RnYk5z0R5pY/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569479276200461938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Free time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TUrDW52UdgI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Yk3SylhTy8g/s1600/IMG_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TUrDW52UdgI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Yk3SylhTy8g/s320/IMG_0133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569478687450232322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Down by da sea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TUrC-QdWD4I/AAAAAAAAAQo/w7UnpfgBokk/s1600/IMG_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TUrC-QdWD4I/AAAAAAAAAQo/w7UnpfgBokk/s320/IMG_0122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569478264022765442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Beautiful Cindy.  She lives at the children's home where Kendall works, everyone that comes falls in love with her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TUrB4L34YiI/AAAAAAAAAQg/VA0HsOoQ7wc/s1600/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TUrB4L34YiI/AAAAAAAAAQg/VA0HsOoQ7wc/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569477060201046562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;love ya sis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TUrBdekSBWI/AAAAAAAAAQY/215y5tpHxS8/s1600/IMG_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TUrBdekSBWI/AAAAAAAAAQY/215y5tpHxS8/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569476601362646370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Mom and sister visited for a week!  It was so perfect, I miss y'all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TUrAFsQEa2I/AAAAAAAAAQI/uHa3nUg4GNw/s1600/PC200242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TUrAFsQEa2I/AAAAAAAAAQI/uHa3nUg4GNw/s320/PC200242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569475093207477090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Volcano boarding aftermath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TUq_O1vYd0I/AAAAAAAAAQA/Lfcgvf-Qrsk/s1600/PC200252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TUq_O1vYd0I/AAAAAAAAAQA/Lfcgvf-Qrsk/s320/PC200252.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569474150861928258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Kendall and I went through Nicaragua on our way back from the states.  This is us volcano boarding!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TUq-BbIg9TI/AAAAAAAAAP4/rFg5-KKDiks/s1600/IMG_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TUq-BbIg9TI/AAAAAAAAAP4/rFg5-KKDiks/s320/IMG_0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569472820869657906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Oh how I love our time in the car!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TUq9YdYxuxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/IxR6UAIfzts/s1600/IMG_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TUq9YdYxuxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/IxR6UAIfzts/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569472117100100370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;This is my island family/teacher crew/community/neighbors and roommates!! I love them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-5043215864843848664?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5043215864843848664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/02/mi-vida-en-fotos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/5043215864843848664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/5043215864843848664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/02/mi-vida-en-fotos.html' title='Mi Vida en Fotos'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TUrD5LHUBnI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/RnYk5z0R5pY/s72-c/IMG_0073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-2670406787030879090</id><published>2011-01-31T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T07:48:50.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arise</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't updated in a while, I haven't been in the writing mood.  Last week I was sick from drinking bad water and I have been really busy trying to get life in order and plan Kendall and My wedding!  Anyway hopefully I will have some good things to say soon.  Until then here is some scripture that hit me hard the other day:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus walked up and touched the coffin of a dead man.  He said,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; "young man, I say to you, arise!"  The dead man sat up and began to speak&lt;/span&gt;.  Luke 7 :14-15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have faith, the Lord is all powerful and all good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-2670406787030879090?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2670406787030879090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/01/arise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/2670406787030879090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/2670406787030879090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/01/arise.html' title='Arise'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-4556518860435790513</id><published>2011-01-19T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T09:29:07.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"All Flesh will Know the Salvation of the Lord"  Luke 3: 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-4556518860435790513?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4556518860435790513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-flesh-will-know-salvation-of-lord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/4556518860435790513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/4556518860435790513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-flesh-will-know-salvation-of-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-1058132977592882882</id><published>2011-01-07T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T06:53:56.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the father through Him"  -Colossians 3:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had a hard time teaching this year because my heart has not been in the work I am doing at the school.  I have not put any time into planning my classes and I have done all other preparations last minute.  Last year the Lord spoke clearly to me that I was meant to stay on the island but I felt like I had the option to teach or not.  I decided to come back to the school because it made sense and it was safe, not necessarily because I really wanted to come back and teach PE.  Luckily I haven't put the kids at to much of a disadvantage because of my lack of effort (its not hard to get kids to play games).  My passion is not PE or coaching soccer, but over Christmas, the Lord reminded me that this is the responsibility I have chosen and it is an honor to serve Him here.  It is a beautiful mission field that I come to everyday.  I encounter over 160 kids and teenagers everyday who are in need of Gods awesome touch.  I am here to teach PE in the name of the Lord.  I love the work I am able to do in the community here, with our mentoring program to street kids and with the home build but my first priority is to love the kids who are right in front of me 7 hours a day!  My heart aches for the lost on this island, in the drug infested streets, in this upper class school, in the resorts, at the cruise ship docks and for those who have been shoved in the dirt with no hope.  Its easy for me to get caught up in doing things and taking care of peoples physical needs, but the Lord is continually reminding me that its the heart that needs the most work.  My Fiance (!!!) reminds me of this often as I am able to watch and hear about her loving the kids around her.  She works at an orphange here on the island and is seeing breakthrough with multiple children who have undergone unimaginable abuse physically, mentally and spiritually.  These kids have a roof over their heads, food, toys, and safety and some of them have had that for years at the orphanage but they have not undergone healing and restoration of the heart.  The Lord has given Kendall an opportunity to listen, love and watch his spirit heal these kids.  She is a reminder to me that I must slow down and look at the person right in front of me.  We all have places in our lives that need Gods touch and we should be honored to reach out as his hands.  My heart is to Love God and Love people!  I am refreshed after Christmas break and going into this new year excited about PE, excited about Soccer, excited about the kids in the street, and excited about the ways God is moving in all of these places.  I pray that God will open my heart and yours to see the world around us the way that He does,  Amen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters" -colossians 3:23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-1058132977592882882?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1058132977592882882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-heart.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/1058132977592882882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/1058132977592882882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-heart.html' title='My Heart'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-2933127780987568831</id><published>2010-12-17T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T06:07:00.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money, Prayer, or Spreading the Word</title><content type='html'>We Have 73 days left to raise over 7,000 dollars, please contribute through donations, prayer, or simply by sharing this link with someone who you think would like to support this cause!  Thank you and Much Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ministrysync.com/event/website/?m=551383"&gt;Click Here to Donate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ministrysync.com/event/website/?m=551383"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas a little early!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-2933127780987568831?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2933127780987568831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/12/money-prayer-or-spreading-word.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/2933127780987568831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/2933127780987568831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/12/money-prayer-or-spreading-word.html' title='Money, Prayer, or Spreading the Word'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-5982610778284390288</id><published>2010-12-13T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T07:58:50.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phonics</title><content type='html'>Every Tuesday and Thursday at 3 o'clock, three other teachers and I meet up with a hand full of kids from the community and tutor them in reading and writing.  This gives us an awesome opportunity to get to know them deeper and be a good influence in their lives.  Every time we get together we make sandwiches for all the boys, give them some water and usually an apple or some cookies.  This is huge for these kids because they can rarely even count on one meal a day.  If they do have a meal prepared at home it is usually just for dinner and something with very little sustenance.  Our first Tuesday, we had one kid show up (Pablo), last Thursday there were 11.  If the kids come to 8 classes they get a free soccer ball from us, we have already given away one.  I love getting to pour into their lives, but teaching 11 kids at a time with only four people is kinda crazy so I think we are going to shift the vision to more of a bible study youth group time.  We are making progress with the reading and writing but we feel like the Lord is calling us to focus more on their hearts.  Keep this in your prayers and thank you to everyone who has contributed financially to what I am a part of here in Roatan.  This is one of the ways your money is being used.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TQY-jrupk7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/6qiZQVKWscQ/s1600/PB140149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TQY-jrupk7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/6qiZQVKWscQ/s320/PB140149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550192373535445938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TQZCJAzgpiI/AAAAAAAAAPc/HxxlHsTEoRg/s1600/PB140145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TQZCJAzgpiI/AAAAAAAAAPc/HxxlHsTEoRg/s320/PB140145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550196313383020066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TQZCm9USTkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/5gnSji0bsGI/s1600/PB140156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TQZCm9USTkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/5gnSji0bsGI/s320/PB140156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550196827842825794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-5982610778284390288?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5982610778284390288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/12/phonics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/5982610778284390288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/5982610778284390288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/12/phonics.html' title='Phonics'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TQY-jrupk7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/6qiZQVKWscQ/s72-c/PB140149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-1342078664929722897</id><published>2010-11-28T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T19:53:19.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Kendall</title><content type='html'>I have been so honored and blessed this weekend by the people I came here to serve.  I realize that I have not been brought here to fix them.  I have been brought here to know them, to love them and to do life with them.  I was invited to the public school 6th grade graduation on Friday ( I work in a private school).  Two of the kids I work with outside of school (Mephi and Tommy) were getting their diploma's.  After tutoring on Thursday, the other teachers and I were able to take Memphi and to the mall and buy his white shirt and black shoes he needed for his graduation.  It was a really sweet time to share with him how proud we are and to encourage him to continue working hard (Erin and Amber did an amazing job with this).  He is an incredible kid and very smart but he has almost zero positive influences in his community and at home.  When Kendall and I got to the graduation Friday night I was handed a stack of diplomas and told that I would be sitting in front on stage handing out diplomas to students.  So I tucked my shirt in and recited the names with my best Spanish Accent while Kendall entertained the baby's that were handed to her.  It was an incredible honor to get to hand Memphi his diploma and stand up front with him.  After the ceremony, they gave Kendall and I a box of food and we were on our way.  The next night I was invited to Pablo's mama's baby shower (my first and most likely last).  Kendall and I showed up on time at 7 and left at 8:30 before it had really started (island time).  We talked, held baby's, joked and told stories about the kids I know from their community.  It was awesome to be included and welcomed in by the people whose kids I spend a lot of time with.  So today I got a call at about 12 o'clock from Pablo (13 year old boy from French Harbour).  He called to say his mom had gone to the hospital and is having the baby today.  I hung out with Gus and Daniel, two 17 year old boys from French Harbour, who were at my house after church.  We ate hot dogs, talked for a bit then headed to the hospital.  As I stood there holding a 10 minute old baby, I couldn't help but be overwhelmed by how beautiful this child is and how much God loves him.  This family lives in a very dark place, the husband just got out of jail 2 weeks ago, they are surrounded by drugs, sex and violence, and there isn't much change on the horizon but this child is pure and beautiful.  He is a blessing.  It was awesome to see the husband, Santos, staring at his baby boy with so much joy and gentleness.  I was able to pray with the father and the new baby before I left and truly loved that moment.  That Child is the Lords and I am excited to see the way he blesses their family.  In the time I have gotten to know this family and continually pour in to Pablo I have seen a change in the kids and the parents.  He is slowly learning to respect others and to simply believe in himself while the parents are taking more of an interest in their kids and in what we are doing.  God wants us to look at people for who they are not for who we want to make them.  This is something he is teaching me right now and the embrace of this community has reassured that over and over this weekend.  I am so thankful for these opportunities that God has literally brought to my door.  The baby´s name is Kendall! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TPLwskobzqI/AAAAAAAAAPM/y4YO4t1ne68/s1600/DSC00571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TPLwskobzqI/AAAAAAAAAPM/y4YO4t1ne68/s320/DSC00571.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544758739784683170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-1342078664929722897?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1342078664929722897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby-kendall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/1342078664929722897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/1342078664929722897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby-kendall.html' title='Baby Kendall'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TPLwskobzqI/AAAAAAAAAPM/y4YO4t1ne68/s72-c/DSC00571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-5562079535151294263</id><published>2010-11-17T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T20:56:15.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get outa the pews!</title><content type='html'>“Dear Children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth.”&lt;br /&gt;-1John 3: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart has been moved and burdened by this instruction for the past four years.  I spent most of my first couple years as a Christian, seeking community, learning about the word and pouring into other Christians like me.  This was extremely valuable time that helped me develop and have the foundation to step out of my comfort zone.  Rarely do the people of a church actually step out and leave this place of ease.  I hit a wall of frustration my senior year of College when I sat with a non-Christian friend who was expressing his disappointment and confusion to me about Christianity.  He felt that all the Sunday services and lunch dates that follow were a waste of time and resources.  He shared his vision with me of a church that met in the streets and served the community around them by not only talking about the Lord but doing what he has commanded us to do.  Jesus said to love your neighbor as yourself and to feed and clothe those in need.  He said that whatever we do for the least of these (the needy) we do for him.  I am continually challenged with this and I want to bring the challenge to whoever reads this as well.  Do something worthwhile, outside of yourself.  Take donuts to the office on a Monday morning, learn something new about your co-workers, have a conversation with the homeless man who asks your for $5, come to Honduras, haha.  Please just don’t settle for a faith that is only lived out in a church.  Take the love of Christ to the streets, to your home and EVERYWHERE you go.  Show people what that love looks like, if you don’t know seek it out, its our job as the body of Christ to show you.  If you don’t know the love of Christ, test us, challenge us to step up and show you but have grace.  We are still human and learning too.  There is a balance involved here as well, along with doing, we must proclaim his goodness and the driving force behind our actions.  If we build a house here in Roatan for a family in need and leave it at that, we are nothing more than some generous Gringos.  But if we share Christ as its being done and tell them of the true reason we are sweating side by side, they can have a transformation of heart along with a new home.  They can receive more than a gift from our hands but a gift that has been given and made possible through the Lord.  I strive to give God all the glory for anything that is done here.  When that is done, it is amazing how the dots line up and his divine touch is undeniable.  Proclaim his goodness as you show people who Jesus is by your actions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When people look at the Church, they should see the one who declared – in word and deed to the leper, the lame and the poor – that His kingdom is bringing healing to every speck of the universe.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-5562079535151294263?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5562079535151294263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/11/get-outa-pews.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/5562079535151294263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/5562079535151294263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/11/get-outa-pews.html' title='Get outa the pews!'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-7396812556873106965</id><published>2010-11-15T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T11:40:06.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can see it now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TOWA3-VFOaI/AAAAAAAAAPE/68Sxy-8KhmU/s1600/P9051501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TOWA3-VFOaI/AAAAAAAAAPE/68Sxy-8KhmU/s320/P9051501.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540976615661844898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little love for the USA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TOV-n3I-moI/AAAAAAAAAO8/A6sgVZXVl_0/s1600/DSCN7965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TOV-n3I-moI/AAAAAAAAAO8/A6sgVZXVl_0/s320/DSCN7965.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540974139830868610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a car!  I am no longer restricted by taxi drivers and bus schedules.  When you think island, you think small.  Roatan is 30 miles long but it takes me 40 minutes to get from my apt. to school every day and that is only halfway up the island.  The car is a huge blessing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TOV9D96-WLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/B0msOqfz7A8/s1600/DSCN7947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TOV9D96-WLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/B0msOqfz7A8/s320/DSCN7947.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540972423664261298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a year I have found rock climbing in Roatan!!!!!!  Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TOV8ZKf7eWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/MrTiBTXEXV4/s1600/PA120010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TOV8ZKf7eWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/MrTiBTXEXV4/s320/PA120010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540971688306112866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying at the house after a swim with the boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TOV78sNN_WI/AAAAAAAAAOc/DFqoG-tCdhQ/s1600/PB010071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TOV78sNN_WI/AAAAAAAAAOc/DFqoG-tCdhQ/s320/PB010071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540971199138233698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TOV6wHS7MEI/AAAAAAAAAOU/qCPzNUHQTII/s1600/PB010085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TOV6wHS7MEI/AAAAAAAAAOU/qCPzNUHQTII/s320/PB010085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540969883559997506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 5 of the boys from the community come over for a sleep over two weeks ago.  This was our trip out for cinnamon rolls after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TOHBGG9lJKI/AAAAAAAAAOM/lPRr9FskcSI/s1600/PA220053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TOHBGG9lJKI/AAAAAAAAAOM/lPRr9FskcSI/s320/PA220053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539921327334696098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TOG_7k5WPRI/AAAAAAAAAOE/hv36mdDwZR8/s1600/PA220055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TOG_7k5WPRI/AAAAAAAAAOE/hv36mdDwZR8/s320/PA220055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539920046879816978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day at the beach with Kendall and the kids from the Children's Home where she lives and works!  &lt;a href="http://http://www.sandybaylighthouseministries.org/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-7396812556873106965?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7396812556873106965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-can-see-it-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/7396812556873106965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/7396812556873106965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-can-see-it-now.html' title='I can see it now!'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TOWA3-VFOaI/AAAAAAAAAPE/68Sxy-8KhmU/s72-c/P9051501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-1706461713484944450</id><published>2010-10-29T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T10:17:13.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than Cement</title><content type='html'>I spoke with Tom today who is in charge of Dwellings, the group that is going to head up the home build.  He explained to me how the whole project works and said we will be able to plan on starting the home build in late Feb. or Early March.  We got our fundraising web page up and running today.  If you would like to support, click the link below.  Every bit helps, we need $9,500, that is 475 people giving $20 each.  If you want to hear more about it from me, just shoot me an email or check out the last post.  Whooo! I am super stoked about this.  You can come help build too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ministrysync.com/event/website/?m=551383"&gt;More Than Cement&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love&lt;br /&gt;rhjohnson44@gmail.com  - my email address&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-1706461713484944450?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1706461713484944450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/10/more-than-cement_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/1706461713484944450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/1706461713484944450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/10/more-than-cement_29.html' title='More Than Cement'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-4785823334273975133</id><published>2010-10-22T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T07:14:42.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Given!</title><content type='html'>I don't have a ton to say this morning but I want to share what the Lord is doing in the lives of this family.  Here is a little back story.  I met these two little girls, Daniella and Susanna, last year right on my doorstep. I heard two voices yelling "buenas, buenas...... Doughnuts."  It was love at first bite.  This 12 and 13 year old were selling homemade doughnuts on the street and lucky for me, they do this everyday.  After eating doughnuts for about two weeks, Amy and Jessica started to have the little girls come in and hang out with them.  We built an amazing relationship with these two girls, we cooked together, took them to the dentist, played a lot of games, practiced each others languages and gave these kids a chance to be kids and feel the love we all deserve.  This year I don't live as close to them but I have been by there house a few times.  The following are pictures of their family and their home.  We have been blessed with the opportunity to partner with a non-profit organization called dwellings who is going to come down to the island and build them a house in Feb. as long as we can raise the money and get some extra hands to help in the building process.  I am so excited t be able to give this family a more comfortable and safe place to live.  Their home right now has mud walls and dirt floors, you can imagine what it must be like when it is raining.  Keep this whole situation in your prayers, things have fit together very well up to this point, now we are waiting to here back about what we do next from dwellings.  At some point in the near future, this project will be listed on their website for donations.  Much love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dwellings website: http://alternativemissions.com/ministries/dwellings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TMGVLIdhrsI/AAAAAAAAANU/xJ0NKRt0dJ8/s1600/DSC_0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TMGVLIdhrsI/AAAAAAAAANU/xJ0NKRt0dJ8/s320/DSC_0524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530865835870105282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TMGWKY-g5dI/AAAAAAAAANc/sPP86n3sDlI/s1600/DSC_0508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TMGWKY-g5dI/AAAAAAAAANc/sPP86n3sDlI/s320/DSC_0508.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530866922635191762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TMGY7GDaQOI/AAAAAAAAANk/sn0w590kApw/s1600/DSC_0528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TMGY7GDaQOI/AAAAAAAAANk/sn0w590kApw/s320/DSC_0528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530869958392299746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TMGag3PNEAI/AAAAAAAAANs/cAcC2bcTeh8/s1600/DSC_0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TMGag3PNEAI/AAAAAAAAANs/cAcC2bcTeh8/s320/DSC_0552.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530871706761891842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TMGbLlZkG5I/AAAAAAAAAN0/77ok6L8dfM8/s1600/DSC_0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TMGbLlZkG5I/AAAAAAAAAN0/77ok6L8dfM8/s320/DSC_0597.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530872440707881874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TMGcEdXGHbI/AAAAAAAAAN8/w9dWUfivow8/s1600/DSC_0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TMGcEdXGHbI/AAAAAAAAAN8/w9dWUfivow8/s320/DSC_0572.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530873417802587570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-4785823334273975133?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4785823334273975133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/10/god-given.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/4785823334273975133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/4785823334273975133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/10/god-given.html' title='God Given!'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TMGVLIdhrsI/AAAAAAAAANU/xJ0NKRt0dJ8/s72-c/DSC_0524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-1949770920354591933</id><published>2010-10-11T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T21:21:17.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Sky</title><content type='html'>I feel so overwhelmed in Gods goodness right now!  I had a revelation last night when I realized that the entire time I have been back here I have been running non-stop trying to do Gods work.  I have been building relationships, making connections, loving people and playing a lot of soccer at school.  While doing all of this I have been seeking Gods direction, his provision and his blessing.  Last night as I sat here dead tired, I was reminded that He says the first commandment is to "Love God with all your Heart, soul, mind and strength" and Matthew 6 says "seek first his kingdom and righteousness and all things will be given to you."  I have been using God for what he can give rather than experiencing Him for what He is.  Praise be to the Lord for his unending grace with us!&lt;br /&gt;God had plans to rock my world today.  Half way to school, my motorcycle broke down so I left it on the side of the road and continued my journey to school in a taxi sitting on the hump.  I have been stranded by that bike so many times, I could only laugh at the situation.  I stopped at the store on the way to school to get a Cinnamon roll which brightened my day a bit.  The day dragged on and I felt like I got almost nothing done.  After school, I took the moto to a mechanic who looked at me like I was an idiot and it hit me like a ton of bricks that I haven't put oil in it over the last month (Two stroke motors blow without oil).  I left totally defeated and just walked to try and shake it off.  I reached this low point of the day then I got stood up by Pablo who I was supposed to tutor today.  The next stop was the grocery store for food and an energy drink, I needed something.  This is where the Lord began to rock my world.  I ran into a pastor who oversees all the church of God's in Honduras and Belize and we started catching up in the grocery line.  We collided in the vision God has laid on our hearts!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a journal entry from Sunday morning as I was praying about Gods vision for the French Harbour community here on the island:&lt;br /&gt;10/9/10&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, you want us to serve Hot Dogs! this is where it begins, simplicity and building relationships."  I felt like God was telling me to take my eyes off of the big vision for a minute and look at the way he wants it to begin.  He laid it on my heart to start serving food one day a week in the poor community of French Harbour like we did in Charleston. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Paul: "I want to start a food program at the church in French Harbour for the kids every night of the week, I want that church to become more of an outreach center than a Church.  We have people who want to provide the food, we just need people to get behind it and make it happen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TLPZI5odBVI/AAAAAAAAANE/u_YW4J41VIk/s1600/57957_1437055415115_1494870085_31294512_7944041_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TLPZI5odBVI/AAAAAAAAANE/u_YW4J41VIk/s320/57957_1437055415115_1494870085_31294512_7944041_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526999914646406482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every time I let go and submit my plans to God, I see His faithfulness!  Thank you Lord for you patience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the beginning, I will briefly hit the other things that have added to the crazyness.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The family of Daniella and Susanna (the donut girls) asked me if I could help them buy cement to put down in their pieced together shack with a dirt floor.  I wanted the opinion of someone who knew about building and what the possibilities are of helping them further.  A friend from church (Trey) who is a contractor from the states went by there with Kelly and I yesterday and I got this email today:&lt;br /&gt;"Looks like Tom would like to get the family you and Trey talked with into the Dwellings program. He needs to put together a bio and get a few photos. Any chance you could help us with that?"&lt;br /&gt;Dwellings is an organization from the US that comes in a builds brand new houses for families in need.  We are going back by there later this week to take photos and get more details on when the project will start!!!!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TLPY15c2LBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/-700QQTOGZI/s1600/Susana+y+Yo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TLPY15c2LBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/-700QQTOGZI/s320/Susana+y+Yo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526999588180208658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- I got to spend some good time with Kendall at the Children's home which always brightens my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have been looking for a vehicle for the past two months and have yet to feel peace about anything despite my frustrations.  I almost bought a truck today but I knew it was the wrong decision so I backed out last minute.  So I got a message from one of last years teachers saying her husband needs to sell their car and wants to give me a good deal.  Whether or not this is the car I end up with, it's just exciting to see God bring options to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We have our first Young Life style high school meeting this Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update soon with more details on the house for Daniella and Susanna's family, Much love.  www.dwellingsnow.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TLPhGM3oiwI/AAAAAAAAANM/d5I9nWNn0io/s1600/58566_1437099136208_1494870085_31294705_3234812_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TLPhGM3oiwI/AAAAAAAAANM/d5I9nWNn0io/s320/58566_1437099136208_1494870085_31294705_3234812_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527008664363764482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-1949770920354591933?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1949770920354591933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/10/beautiful-sky.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/1949770920354591933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/1949770920354591933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/10/beautiful-sky.html' title='Beautiful Sky'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TLPZI5odBVI/AAAAAAAAANE/u_YW4J41VIk/s72-c/57957_1437055415115_1494870085_31294512_7944041_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-5205215794167973016</id><published>2010-09-30T11:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T11:35:58.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poco a poco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TKTXwaPYMgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/iHpvuKLEZMo/s1600/P9241754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TKTXwaPYMgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/iHpvuKLEZMo/s320/P9241754.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522776269740585474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you sis the boys love their new footwear! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TKTYRSTKzkI/AAAAAAAAAM0/S7g6JYJuiBY/s1600/P9241755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TKTYRSTKzkI/AAAAAAAAAM0/S7g6JYJuiBY/s320/P9241755.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522776834544684610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-5205215794167973016?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5205215794167973016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/09/poco-poco.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/5205215794167973016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/5205215794167973016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/09/poco-poco.html' title='poco a poco'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TKTXwaPYMgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/iHpvuKLEZMo/s72-c/P9241754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-2763986152930384893</id><published>2010-09-26T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T15:10:43.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Ketchup</title><content type='html'>I feel like I have been going non-stop since I got back to the island but I have been enjoying all of it.  For the first time I felt like I was coming home when I got here.  I have been able to spend some great time with the other teachers, my students, and other local kids in the community.  It has been great to reconnect with everybody.  The boys from French Harbour came over to our new apartments a few weeks ago where we fished, hung out and ate a couple of meals, one of which was their fresh catch of snapper.  It was awesome to spend the afternoon catching up with the kids I built relationships with last year.  These kids are the same ones I was tutoring in English last year and who God has really laid on my heart to pour into.  There are about 15 of them total that I am blessed to know and love.  They live in a really negative environment full of poverty, drugs and violence but they are incredible kids full of joy and just ridiculously fun.  I will be writing soon about more plans God has laid on my heart to impact this community, he is leading a group of us into something much larger than ourselves and he is in complete control.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TKAoVSdAYoI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ygDVKrY2lBI/s1600/P8301458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TKAoVSdAYoI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ygDVKrY2lBI/s320/P8301458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521457489352090242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The new community of teacher is incredible, everything has been “seamless”  up until this point.  We get along great and have already been able to pursue the Lord together through some struggles.  I showed up a few weeks late and I feel like I have been welcomed back into a group that is truly living in unity, grace and love for each other the way that Christ called us to.  The second night I was back on the island, we decided to go down for a swim in the lagoon next to our apt.’s.  It was so good!  The moon was bright, the stars were out, the water felt great, there was plankton lighting up green around us every time we moved, the conversation was real and we worshiped the Lord.  I love being in a place that you know is right.  Thank you Lord for that moment.  We also had a couple days off of school last week and had the opportunity to travel to the mainland and visit the Mayan Ruins in Copan.  That again was an awesome time, I could say a lot more about that but you can just look at a few of the pictures below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TKOO8qb5bjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z0rVDjyubc4/s1600/P9121608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TKOO8qb5bjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z0rVDjyubc4/s320/P9121608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522414740920954418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TKOTtCqJSTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/t2j5MwhOZgU/s1600/P9121624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TKOTtCqJSTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/t2j5MwhOZgU/s320/P9121624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522419970103396658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TKOk5xB8fAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/hA2tnKLlS18/s1600/P9121621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TKOk5xB8fAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/hA2tnKLlS18/s320/P9121621.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522438880407354370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;School has been great, the boys soccer team is up and running with the first game this Thursday, the girls Volleyball team start with their first game on Tuesday, and the girls soccer team starts practice this week.  Things are coming together really well, we got over 20 soccer balls donated this year and uniforms for half price so we are finally looking like a team.  Thank you for the support.  My classes have been good as well.  I am only teaching PE this year so I am trying to invest more of my free time into building relationships with the kids at school and preparing so that I can free up time outside of school.  We are having our first youth group meeting in two weeks where things have worked out for us to have a former NFL player come and speak to our kids about the Lord.  I’m pretty stoked about that!  Keep us in your prayers, my plan is to also start a guys bible study after school once a week so pray for the Lord to open their hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-2763986152930384893?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2763986152930384893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/09/little-ketchup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/2763986152930384893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/2763986152930384893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/09/little-ketchup.html' title='A Little Ketchup'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TKAoVSdAYoI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ygDVKrY2lBI/s72-c/P8301458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-2625642714098822686</id><published>2010-09-09T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T07:11:02.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ali.</title><content type='html'>So a ton has happened in the past 2 weeks.  I returned to the Island on the 29th of August and hit the ground running.  We started classes the next day and soccer practices start this week.  We already have three boys soccer games scheduled, a boys volleyball game and a girls volleyball game.  Hopefully we will be able to keep this pace.  Classes have been going very well and I am crazy excited about everything at the school for this year.  We have a lower enrolment because of financial struggles with many of our families but the students that are here are responding well to the new teachers and me.  It has been laid on the hearts of my mom, another teacher (Jessica) and myself to support one girl in returning to the school.  Before I came back my mom said that she wanted to support a student at our school by paying half of their yearly tuition ($1,000).  I was very excited about this but didn’t know which student she should support.  After a few days of being back, God laid a 4th grade girl on my heart who I hadn’t seen at school.  I called and asked my principle about her and why she hadn’t returned.  Her name is Alison, she is in the 4th grade and incredibly smart.  Her parents worked very hard to keep her at our school but were not able to pay the tuition halfway through last year so she was 5 months behind and did not return to school this year.  As far as we have heard she is not going to school right now and helping her mom who sells vegetables at a small shop. There is a lot of potential in Alison and even if she does begin going to the public school, she will not be challenged and most likely fall through the cracks.  The next day I went to school and one of the other teachers pulled me aside to tell me she had friends from Charleston who wanted to support a student at our school and she wanted to know if I had anyone in mind.  Its so exciting to see the ways God lines up his will and provision for us, all we have to do is step out and follow him.  We set up a meeting with Alison and her dad to tell them the good news.  As we sat in the principles office yesterday and told Alison’s dad that our friends in the states wanted to support a student at our school and we decided that student should be Alison, he began to cry.  He told us he has been praying for this with his wife and his church as well as how hard he has worked to keep Alison in our school because it has always been his dream to have her in the best school possible.  I love to see the Lord glorified in our obedience.  Thank you to everyone who is praying for and supporting us here. There are other students like her who need assistance to continue their education in a place that will challenge them and provide opportunities for higher education.  Our school costs about $200 dollars a month, if you would like to be a part of supporting Alison or other students to attend this school or one of the other bilingual schools on the island, let me know or send a check to my address.  Include a note that says what it is for.  I may post things like this often with different opportunities to support the people of Roatan.  I am not just trying to drain people dry but if the Lord lays it on your heart to give than we are told to give.  These are just specific situations that I am presented with so I want to present y’all with the same opportunity.  Much love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TIjkZL_NxTI/AAAAAAAAAME/x0Xy81DtCws/s1600/IMG_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TIjkZL_NxTI/AAAAAAAAAME/x0Xy81DtCws/s320/IMG_0408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514908865080968498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harrison Johnson&lt;br /&gt;4321 Poplar Creek Ln.&lt;br /&gt;High Point, NC 27265&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-2625642714098822686?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2625642714098822686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/09/ali.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/2625642714098822686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/2625642714098822686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/09/ali.html' title='Ali.'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TIjkZL_NxTI/AAAAAAAAAME/x0Xy81DtCws/s72-c/IMG_0408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-4358903124447272994</id><published>2010-08-15T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T20:23:20.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracias a Dios</title><content type='html'>This is an exerpt from my journal on the night I flew back to the states in June, I pray that God will touch your heart the way that he has touched mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/16/10&lt;br /&gt;Lele, 16yr. old boy who is deaf and mute &lt;br /&gt;Richie-  12yr. old boy, special need (maybe autistic)&lt;br /&gt;Travis and Pablo- 13yr old and cannot read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I feel like I am being drawn to not only the disadvantaged but the disabled.  Lele (deaf and mute) wants to learn to read, Richie wants to write his name, Travis wants to read and no one else is going to do it.  God equip me, equip us!  Again I say I will go wherever you send me and do what you want me to do.  You may have to hit me over the head with it but I will go.  Thank you for going before me.  Jesus came for those who were sick, he came to bring peace and the sword, He came so that we may have life to the full.  He came to give prostitutes, thieves and fishermen a chance.  Jesus helped people out of the dirt.  God help me to follow his example.  I don't know why I was born into a middle class white family and Richie was into the drug infested slums of Roatan.  I don't know why Judas was the one to betray Jesus.  I don't know if God chooses who receives salvation and who doesn't.  I can't answer these questions, but I know that Jesus never turned anyone away.  He loved and offered himself to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Anyone&lt;/span&gt; who came accross his path.  Lord I cannot stop the tears right now.  My heart is broken for those boys in Roatan.  I have no idea what your plan is or where you are going to take us.  They need role models, they need education, they need food, they need safety and they need love.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; brought them into my life and I am depending on you to walk us through this.  Every step, Poco a Poco.  God, you love Richie, Pablo, Memphi, Bebe, Travis, Tommy, Jarvick, Ken, Gus, the donut girls, Lele, they are your children.  Bare with me in my frustration and anger God.  I hate their situations, I hate the darkness and sin around them.  Bring Freedom! God please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TGisXzZEAtI/AAAAAAAAAL0/eCdZC0kWhUA/s1600/IMG_0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TGisXzZEAtI/AAAAAAAAAL0/eCdZC0kWhUA/s320/IMG_0338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505840069392728786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is doing some amazing things on the island and I am honored to be a part of it.  I am nothing special and in all honesty I feel like I fell way short of what God called me to this past year but I walk in His grace just like you.  I cannot wait to see the ways God moves this year.  Please join me in prayer, you are at the front lines of the battle when you come before God.  "The prayers of the righteous are heard," thank you.  If you would like to support in the purchase of more sports equipment, school uniforms, food and other miscellaneous costs that come with serving on the island you can send a check to the below address.  I am blessed to be supported by the school so any money that comes my way goes directly to projects on the island.  Thank you and Much love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Harrison&lt;br /&gt;rhjohnson44@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harrison Johnson&lt;br /&gt;4321 Poplar Creek ln. &lt;br /&gt;High Point, NC 27265&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-4358903124447272994?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4358903124447272994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/08/gracias-dios.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/4358903124447272994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/4358903124447272994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/08/gracias-dios.html' title='Gracias a Dios'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TGisXzZEAtI/AAAAAAAAAL0/eCdZC0kWhUA/s72-c/IMG_0338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-6546947078436654391</id><published>2010-08-15T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T19:46:14.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Community</title><content type='html'>The summer is coming to an end and I am preparing to head back to the island (home).  Many things have taken place this summer including a lot of amazing experiences with the Lord.  He has revealed himself to me in ways that I never would have imagined and I have seen him moving in the lives of people all around me.  It has been an honor and a blessing to be around this.  If you would like any details or just some testimony of how great God is, shoot me an email.  I am enjoying my last two weeks here in the states and really trying to soak up some quality time with friends and family before I go back to the island for God only knows how long.  This year is going to be completely different than last year and I cannot wait to see the ways God is going to move.  When I decided to stay another year, God gave me comfort in knowing that he was going to build great community and fellowship on the island. God has led some amazing people down to work in the school and at other places on the island, I am so excited about this community that is already chasing Gods heart.  Orientation has already started with the new teachers in Roatan and I got this email from out principle tonight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Hey Harrison!!!&lt;br /&gt;Boy you have missed some amazing devotional time with the new staff!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT HAS BEEN POWERFUL!!! It´s like you can breathe God in when we get together to sing and pray.  Can´t wait to have you here with us."&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-6546947078436654391?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6546947078436654391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/08/community.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/6546947078436654391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/6546947078436654391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/08/community.html' title='Community'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-4641497185344522872</id><published>2010-08-04T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T10:05:42.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glory in the Rockies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TFmDE6r_4vI/AAAAAAAAALc/9cM9prGeHDw/s1600/P7271245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TFmDE6r_4vI/AAAAAAAAALc/9cM9prGeHDw/s320/P7271245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501572540306285298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Most of you know that I love the woods and for the past few years I have spent my summers working for a Christian wilderness camp.  This summer I was given an incredible opportunity to work for an organization called Solid Rock Outdoor Ministries.  I was invited to come out and guide a trip with my old boss from the other camp I have worked at.  Even though it was a volunteer job, I couldn't turn down the opportunity to work for an organization that is in the same class as NOLS and  Outward Bound.  So I just returned yesterday from WY/CO, here is a little rundown of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;            I arrived in CO on the 21st where I spent some quality time with a friend from college then drove up to Laramie, WY.  Luke and I prepared for our trip for the next two days and I got acquainted with how things are run at SROM.  Preparations include, planning the backpacking rout, safety assessment, packing food, preparing spiritual application for the week and thinking through all other logistics.  Our group arrived on the 23rd from Oklahoma and we hit the trail in the Wind River Range of WY the next day.  I was blown away by the maturity of these seniors in high school and the ways that God was already moving in their lives.  We got to spend 6 days in the Rockies taking in God's creation.  There was a lot of hiking, literally a trillion mosquitos, great conversations and interesting meals.  One day on the trail we did a solo with the students.  This means we spread them all out across the mountain side and they have to spend the entire day alone with nothing but their bible, notebook and water.  It is meant to give them an opportunity to remove distractions and seek God.  As we called them all back we had set up three stations for them to rotate through.  First, one of the youth pastors prayed over them then the other youth pastor washed their feet and last Luke and I served them communion.  It was an awesome opportunity for us to serve and honor those students.  Many of the students left encouraged after this week and amazed by what they realized they could do.  Some of these students had never even been camping and now they were cooking their own meals setting up tents and hiking 12 hours straight.  It is awesome to watch someone push themselves to a point they didn't know they could.  And even better is to see someone doing that in a community that supports each other the way that Christ intended.  &lt;br /&gt;              After the trip I went back to Ft. Collins for a couple of days and again was able to spend some great time in Christian community.  The people of Colorado are just a different breed, everybody's trying to change the world, I love it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TFmARXl5jyI/AAAAAAAAALM/FzIvbryp870/s1600/P7281257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TFmARXl5jyI/AAAAAAAAALM/FzIvbryp870/s320/P7281257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501569455688879906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TFmBrrkDXsI/AAAAAAAAALU/bdPJKOoViTw/s1600/P7271243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" 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href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-we-fish.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/3138081598455168633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/3138081598455168633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-we-fish.html' title='First We Fish'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-1345175824733733561</id><published>2010-06-12T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T23:35:10.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TBR4MQFymaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/XYCM-asMj40/s1600/P2071539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TBR4MQFymaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/XYCM-asMj40/s320/P2071539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482138798289754530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school on Thursday I was rocked by diversity.  I taught third grade PE first of all which is full of enough personalities to entertain me for days.  It was their final PE class, so they were a little crazy.  Dodge ball was a bad idea!  School got out at 12 and I went to lunch with one of my seniors and another friend who could give him some advice on playing soccer in the states.  He went home stoked and motivated to pursue his dream.  I left lunch at 1:30 and went to have a tour of the new multi million dollar golf course.  I was blown away that something so extravagant could be less than a mile from people living in tin shacks with dirt floors.  I then went back to my apartments and decided to take a motorcycle ride to the East end of the island.  The East end is a 45 minute drive and very secluded.  There are small indigenous villages of Garifuna island people and beautiful views.  Within hours I had been in the midst of millionaires who "own" the island, soccer players who "run" the island, kids who "are" the island, Garifuna people who are rooted to the island, and teachers who are trying to impact the island.  I get frustrated with the concentrated wealth here along side the ridiculous poverty.  The rich are creating yet another private environment where people can come to hide from the poverty on the outside of their cement walls.  The people who are in poverty are surrounded by drugs, violence and ignorance.  They have a small opportunity to be educated but even then there is little to no room for upward mobility.  Most of the students at my school come from wealthy families and are caught up in materialism and worldly success which makes it hard to get through to them.  My apartment is right next to the power plant, in the hottest part of the island with one window and no A/C.  It is not the most pleasant place but I have a roof, a bed and running water.  It is easy to get bogged down in negativity when I look at everything around me and begin to analyze things but God wanted to remind me of his reality.   As I drove the 45 minute ride back to my home in Los Fuertes and thought through all of this, I heard God say "This is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; island and these are all &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; people."  That millionaire who will play golf this week is Gods child, My students are his, the soccer coaches are his, Pablo, Jarvick and Bebe are his&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TBR0IJfDmCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qOOOEryX_6A/s1600/P6100740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TBR0IJfDmCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qOOOEryX_6A/s320/P6100740.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482134329750689826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, the tourists are his, I am his and I am here for him.&lt;br /&gt;There are crappy situations everywhere, Sometimes I want to close my eyes and run away but we are called to more.  It would have been easy for Jesus to turn and walk away from the adulteress woman allowing her to be stoned by her accusers, but he stood by her side.  He could have ignored the lepers or the blind but he touched them and made mud to heal their eyes.  Jesus stopped for each one and truly cared for them.  I want to follow in his footsteps and I am praying that he will help me to stay focused and motivated to do that.  This is his island and these are his people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TBR7KFttC4I/AAAAAAAAALE/1EPqAaziTWY/s1600/P6120842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TBR7KFttC4I/AAAAAAAAALE/1EPqAaziTWY/s320/P6120842.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482142059679517570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?'  The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.'" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-1345175824733733561?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1345175824733733561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/06/his.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/1345175824733733561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/1345175824733733561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/06/his.html' title='His'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TBR4MQFymaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/XYCM-asMj40/s72-c/P2071539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-8699592958922012850</id><published>2010-06-01T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T11:50:37.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>52 pick up</title><content type='html'>So I have been suffering a little writers block but here is a little catch up on my last couple of months here.  Hopefully I will be able to write something with a little more depth later on.  &lt;br /&gt;I went to a good friend, Roberto's Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TAVMcSbe8jI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ilVULLf6g34/s1600/IMG_1908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TAVMcSbe8jI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ilVULLf6g34/s320/IMG_1908.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477868570633237042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated cultural day at school.  It was a big ordeal but really fun to watch.  All the families came, the kids dressed up and we ate traditional island and Honduran food.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TAVNcN_W8EI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SZEBYKZCXdE/s1600/IMG_1784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TAVNcN_W8EI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SZEBYKZCXdE/s320/IMG_1784.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477869668953157698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TAVUI2NatJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9vcx7F6v-bI/s1600/IMG_1741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TAVUI2NatJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9vcx7F6v-bI/s320/IMG_1741.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477877032733553810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been swimming a lot, running has been rough on my feet and knees so this has been my outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TAVPuoSxffI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/zeN6_lVdCn0/s1600/P5070276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TAVPuoSxffI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/zeN6_lVdCn0/s320/P5070276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477872184274812402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went rafting (class 4/5 rapids) and spent the weekend at the Jungle River Lodge in La Ceiba.  Very fun and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TAVRPYljYaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fL7rawjyOWY/s1600/IMG_2343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TAVRPYljYaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fL7rawjyOWY/s320/IMG_2343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477873846505922978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TAVR3_eXivI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ywqvRoB_h6o/s1600/P5220592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TAVR3_eXivI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ywqvRoB_h6o/s320/P5220592.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477874544139537138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned up trash from the ocean with the seniors.  It was a early morning on a Saturday but a lot of fun.  We collected 3 bags of trash; beer bottles, bags, and wrappers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TAVTPct7m6I/AAAAAAAAAKU/PGxsB7g8eIw/s1600/P5150475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TAVTPct7m6I/AAAAAAAAAKU/PGxsB7g8eIw/s320/P5150475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477876046638062498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last week of classes, next week we have exams (no PE or Bible exams this quarter), and I will be headed back to the states on June 16th.  I will be home for  2 months then headed back here at the end of August.  There are a lot of good things that have been happening and that God is allowing me to be a part of.  I have started to get to a guy named Hobie on the island who works with drug addicts and people on the streets.  He gets to know them and connects them with a group on the mainland called Teen Challenge.  Also the boys have been coming over on time to work on their reading and it seems like every time they come over, there is a new one, haha.  There are 7 or 8 now who come over once or twice a week now.   I love getting to know these kids and am so excited about whatever plans God has for these relationships.  We finished out the year with a few soccer and Volleyball games with one of the rival schools and went undefeated in everything.  The elementary boys won twice and the girls volleyball won their match as well.  Much love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-8699592958922012850?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8699592958922012850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-i-have-been-suffering-little-writers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/8699592958922012850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/8699592958922012850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-i-have-been-suffering-little-writers.html' title='52 pick up'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/TAVMcSbe8jI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ilVULLf6g34/s72-c/IMG_1908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-7217049916307821668</id><published>2010-05-13T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T21:58:53.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beggin' for MJ</title><content type='html'>Its Sunday night, I am relaxing before the week starts and I hear the all to familiar call.  "Harry!" "Hey Harry!"  Paul and Jarbie are only supposed to come by on Mondays and Wednesdays now so that we can work on English, watch cartoons and eat pancakes.  But here they are at 8pm on a Sunday night (thats late when you have to get up at 6am).  I go outside and they are waving a DVD in the air through the bars of our gate.  "Harry, can we watch it, can we watch it!"  Come to find out the boys have begged for and saved enough money to buy "This is it" the Michael Jackson movie that came out like 2 days after he died.  MJ lives up to his king status here in Honduras.  Many things have shocked me here like the love of the people for Garth Brooks, the taxi's that have removed all the seat belts and door handles and the obsession with Bojangles.  But nothing fascinates me like the way they cherish MJ, thriller and Billy Jean are like a life line that runs through Central America.  Maybe this is true for the rest of the world and my eyes are just beginning to be opened to it.  Regardless, Paul and Jarbie were about to pee in their pants with excitement.  I felt like the grinch on Christmas but I couldn't let them start to watch their hard earned DVD on Sunday night.  I wasn't ready to be moved by the music.  We made a few PBJ's and I sent them on their way promising that we would watch part of it when they come over next to work on English.  Incentives are great for productivity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S-xYkOuJnZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/R4wxYe8TIeE/s1600/michael_jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S-xYkOuJnZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/R4wxYe8TIeE/s320/michael_jackson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470845026798509458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-7217049916307821668?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7217049916307821668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/05/beggin-for-mj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/7217049916307821668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/7217049916307821668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/05/beggin-for-mj.html' title='Beggin&apos; for MJ'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S-xYkOuJnZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/R4wxYe8TIeE/s72-c/michael_jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-7606521254591291536</id><published>2010-04-30T07:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T09:33:25.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doors</title><content type='html'>So a about a month ago now God made it clear that He intended for me to stay here another year.  I was nervous, kinda stressed, and a confused about what to expect so I asked God to open some doors and give me some answers.  God continued to tell me "one day at a time."  &lt;br /&gt;So some awesome things have happened since then.  I got connected with a guy on the other end of the island who runs basketball, soccer and baseball leagues.  Church just seems to be more fulfilling and is beginning to feel like home.  Two great friends are interviewing to come work at the school next year.  I got connected and am beginning to work with an organization that is infiltrating human trafficking on the island and is building vocational training centers here to train the locals for working in the resorts.  Paul and Jarbie read a whole Dr. Seuse book last night, haha, huge progress from not knowing the alphabet 2 months ago.  Good stuff happening! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S9rvc-drRSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/63c61mkIsG4/s1600/P4290047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S9rvc-drRSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/63c61mkIsG4/s320/P4290047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465944378850362658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The year is starting to wind down though, one more month of classes, then exams, then home for the summer.  I am trying to figure out a way to make some money this summer that pays well, has no commitment and complete flexibility, haha let me know if you know of anything.  I can mow your lawn, paint you house, pull weeds, change your oil, just give me a holler.  The kids are getting antsy about the end of the year and the days are getting hotter.  It was 97 on Tuesday with humidity that makes charleston seem like a dessert.  We had to cancel classes for the day and cram the kids into our three air conditioned rooms.  In this heat PE was a bad choice, but I am making it work.  We got some wood this week to make ping pong tables.  The plan is to set them up in the shade which will give us all a little break.  I will keep ya'll updated on how things work out with our rigged up tables.  Thanks for reading, I will update again soon!  Have a beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S9sFRA41czI/AAAAAAAAAJM/oeM74-fNKDU/s1600/P4280044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S9sFRA41czI/AAAAAAAAAJM/oeM74-fNKDU/s320/P4280044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465968362598527794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S9sGMAk-u3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/rNEUy-R1Sj8/s1600/P4290053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S9sGMAk-u3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/rNEUy-R1Sj8/s320/P4290053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465969376127531890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-7606521254591291536?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7606521254591291536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/04/doors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/7606521254591291536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/7606521254591291536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/04/doors.html' title='Doors'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S9rvc-drRSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/63c61mkIsG4/s72-c/P4290047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-5058051176572286154</id><published>2010-04-13T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T06:26:17.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Isla</title><content type='html'>So I went back to the states for Spring break last week and had a great time with people I love.  The time flew by and I drove all over the Carolina's but the time was blessed.  Everywhere I stopped and most of the time in the car was quality.  I had dinner with a few friends, had a solid time at the 1 dollar theatre, threw rocks with my nephew, went to Golden Coral with my Grandma, and spent good time with the rest of my friends and family on the coast.  So while I was driving and making all these stops God revealed something to me that I wasn't expecting.  Here Goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S8RvPW6ENxI/AAAAAAAAAI0/TyWiY0mmqDI/s1600/IMG_7627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S8RvPW6ENxI/AAAAAAAAAI0/TyWiY0mmqDI/s320/IMG_7627.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459610957917730578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About 2 months ago I started having a feeling that God wanted me to keep an open mind about coming back here next year.  I brushed it off and tried to ignore it because I know that I want to come back to the States.  My time here is awesome and God is allowing me to be a part of some great stuff but I miss my friends and family.  Anyway I didn't think much of it, I thought maybe God just wanted my obedience, to keep an open mind but I didn't actually believe he wanted to keep me here against my will.  So a couple weeks after I got this feeling, I talked with my friend John who encouraged me to think about staying another year also.  He was making the point that one year just kinda lays the ground work and if I stay another year, God will be able to build on what has already begun.  I agreed with what he was saying but I still wasn't ready to receive it.  Spring break came around and I was headed stateside to see a lot of ya’ll and maybe get some clarity on what I am supposed to do next year.  The week was a blur of goodness so I will just hit a few points here.  I am told by my good friend Kendall that she feels like I will be in Honduras another year, then I go to Charleston and met up with Doug (an older friend who has become a mentor to me over the past two years) who immediately began to tell me the importance of staying in Honduras for at least another year.  Keep in mind that I hadn't talked to Doug about this at all, but this isn't the first time God has used him to speak into my life.  That night I hung out with a few of the fellas, smoked some cigars and really got encouraged in what God was trying to reveal to me as I talked and prayed with my buddy Chris.  5 hours later, I woke up ate some breakfast and drove up to Myrtle Beach.  On the drive I called an old friend who I did not get to see while I was in Charleston.  I gave her a brief summary of what I do here in Honduras and told her that I now thought I may be here another year.  She asked if she could pray for me and began to ask God to fill me with love for kids with no parental guidance.  Again God was speaking clearly to me about the kids he has brought into my life here in Honduras.  All this woman knew is that I love the Lord and teach PE here.  It was very encouraging to have God repeatedly speak his will into my life through so many different people.  I accepted Gods call to stay here for another year and I continue to be excited about what he is doing on this island.  He is giving me a vision for the rest of this year and next.  I see a solid Younglife style youth group being established that leads this community into fellowship and service.  I see tutoring and mentoring the street kids in our community.  I see more organized sports teams that allow our students some structure and discipline.  I see Gods powerful spirit invading this island.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent highlights:&lt;br /&gt;- More relationships being established with kids on the island who lack any supervision or guidance&lt;br /&gt;- -Paul (13) and Jarbie (12yr) are coming over 3 times a week.  We usually make pancakes and work on learning to read for about an hour.  They now both know the alphabet and can read some basic words.&lt;br /&gt;- I found out there is a baseball league on the other end of the island&lt;br /&gt;- I am enjoying teaching more than usual&lt;br /&gt;- Our first youth worship and movie night is this Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S8RwGA_i77I/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZGior9IQ4So/s1600/IMG_7503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S8RwGA_i77I/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZGior9IQ4So/s320/IMG_7503.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459611896927940530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-5058051176572286154?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5058051176572286154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/04/la-isla.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/5058051176572286154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/5058051176572286154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/04/la-isla.html' title='La Isla'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S8RvPW6ENxI/AAAAAAAAAI0/TyWiY0mmqDI/s72-c/IMG_7627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-8016451753184384277</id><published>2010-03-15T16:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:24:33.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I resolved to know nothing while I was with you except Jesus Christ and him crucified" -1 Corinthians 2: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most religions seem to portray God as having the same or similar characteristics that I believe he has.  In Sikhism they see him in all creation when spiritually awakened.  I would venture to say that God can capture anyone’s heart and captivate them with his creation.  When this awakening takes place, that person will grasp and run with whatever belief system is close by.  If I had grown up in India and was awakened to God’s majesty in the Himalayas rather than the Rockies, I may be running full speed in the direction of Nirvana rather than the cross.  I was taken back by the beauty and vastness of Gods creation while he gripped my heart in Colorado and has continued to do so through the beauty surrounding me each day.  I would have been running toward a dead end in India but I would have been blind to any other option because of Buddhism, Hinduism, or Sikhisms close proximity.  Who is to say I can’t approach a Sikh or a Buddhist, allow him to keep his religion and his “God” or “Buddah” but offer  him further enlightenment with the knowledge and revelation of salvation through Jesus, who most religions already acknowledge as a great teacher.  God is God, but without Jesus, it can’t become personal.  This would allow them to truly see with the “inward eye,”  to have a connection with the God who has captivated them.  These religions teach and enforce a standard of living and expectations to reach an inward place of achievement.  What Jesus teaches is that the goal is not something we achieve within our own capabilities but something we achieve by connection with the creation and creative power around us.  The only way to do this is to accept the help from the creator.  The help is Jesus, he is our path, the bridge between us and God.  The goal is unity between Gods will and our own, living in that unity is the challenge.  Accept the gift, receive the spirit and serve with God.  They already believe in the life if Jesus, but they need to know the rest of the story.  He died, rose and sent his spirit.  Once they know Jesus, God will handle the rest, through his word, through his body and through his spirit.  We must connect Gods people with the creator that has captivated them.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S57A_Iqq6TI/AAAAAAAAAIs/fIPesG4CL5Y/s1600-h/P2101567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S57A_Iqq6TI/AAAAAAAAAIs/fIPesG4CL5Y/s320/P2101567.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449004790055627058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-8016451753184384277?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8016451753184384277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/03/jesus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/8016451753184384277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/8016451753184384277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/03/jesus.html' title='Jesus'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S57A_Iqq6TI/AAAAAAAAAIs/fIPesG4CL5Y/s72-c/P2101567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-2045384103083824610</id><published>2010-03-08T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T10:40:20.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want the Bara.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S5VEheF2Y5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Y_YBcGlI_Ak/s1600-h/PIC_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S5VEheF2Y5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Y_YBcGlI_Ak/s320/PIC_0149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446334666178454418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Hey teacher, buy me some food." 'What' "will you buy me something?" 'What do you want' "some zambos and a fresco."&lt;/span&gt;  This was one of my first interaction with Jarbie and Paul.  Paul is 12 and in the third grade in the public schools and Jarbie is 11 and in 4th grade.  They are black islander kids who live about a mile from me and can be seen anytime at Bojangles or the grocery store.  They eat every meal by begging and spend all of their free time fishing, fighting or walking around town.  These kids have families and "homes" but no parental guidance, supervision, or upbringing.  The other teachers and myself have been able to build relationships with them just through our interactions around town.  I talked to Paul months ago about going fishing sometime and helping him learn to read.  After a week or so I shrugged off the idea because nothing seemed to be coming of it and two nights ago was reminded that words stick and what I shrugged off, Paul didn't.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Hey teacher, whats up man (wresting ensues)."  'hey man, how is school, are you making good notes?' "yeah" 'How about the reading, how is that coming?' "Spanish is ok but English is too hard" 'How would you feel about letting me help you learn to read English?' "Ok, we never went fishing" 'your right, I still want to do that' "Ok first we fish in the morning then learn to read at night."&lt;/span&gt;  At 9:30 yesterday morning Paul showed up at the apartment with two of his other buddies, Jarbie and Keko.  We proceeded to go "catch em' big Bara"(Baracuda).  We took a taxi into town, bought some fishing line and some shrimp on the street.  We then took a bus to the west end of the island, bought some hooks, grabbed some coke bottles from the garbage and I was taught the art of coiling line.  There is an art form to wrapping fishing line around a bottle and baiting the hook to catch em' big fish.  We fished off a dock underneath a restaurant for about 2 hours.  The boys caught tons of fish but it wasn't an art that I was able to master.  I caught one fish that was about 3 inches long, but I did catch something which is better than usual.  The boys didn't catch a Bara but they did catch a big long nose gar and a huge Jack.  Both of these fish were immediately carried upstairs to the kitchen of the restaurant.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'What did the cook say?' "Thank you, they let us fish here if we bring them the big ones and sometimes they let us eat here; not outside, inside the restaurant."  &lt;/span&gt;  After our time fishing, we went for a swim, me in my khaki shorts and three black boys in tighty whities, haha it was good stuff.  I got to tell Jarbie the story of Jesus and pray with him while the other boys were swimming.  It was an awesome opportunity that the Lord definitely set up.  He opened up to me and shared a lot of things that an 11 year old boy should never have weighing on his life.  It was a great afternoon and I think the boys are planning to come over one day this week and let me help them with their homework.  We will see, one step at a time.  "we fish first" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S5VDiNu-sHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/9omPP2d5MMc/s1600-h/PIC_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S5VDiNu-sHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/9omPP2d5MMc/s320/PIC_0223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446333579455803506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S5VB-ldI5DI/AAAAAAAAAIU/12LCjm_Xj5U/s1600-h/PIC_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S5VB-ldI5DI/AAAAAAAAAIU/12LCjm_Xj5U/s320/PIC_0164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446331867836507186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-2045384103083824610?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2045384103083824610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-bara.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/2045384103083824610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/2045384103083824610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-bara.html' title='I want the Bara.'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S5VEheF2Y5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Y_YBcGlI_Ak/s72-c/PIC_0149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-6855641201541592402</id><published>2010-02-25T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T11:07:30.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports, Guitar, Jesus and a bum knee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S4bKWt1so-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Ep-OD7vJ4EU/s1600-h/P1311472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S4bKWt1so-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Ep-OD7vJ4EU/s320/P1311472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442259691334575074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have officially begun playing American Football.  The day after the superbowl, all PE classes began step one of learning to use a football which is "Don't kick it!"  I had to explain that a football is not round like a soccer ball, therefore it does not roll properly when kicked to another student.  Regardless of what I say the students still insist on trying to dribble it in the air with their feet and knees.  After a week or so of doing drills we are now playing flag football and the students seem to really enjoy it when they understand what's going on (Thanks Matt for the flag belts your church donated).  We also recieved 10 brand new footballs a week ago.  I called my mom in the states to see if she could buy a couple footballs and send them down to us and she ended up sending 10 free ones.  She went to the PE teacher at her school to ask her if she could help deflate some balls to send me and the PE teacher gave her footballs that someone had brought and given to their school for free.  God is really loving sports these days.  I love the ways he has blessed me and this school.  Its a beautiful thing.  In other news I have begun to seriously learn guitar finally.   My dad bought me a guitar five years ago and it has been played by me maybe twice a year until now.  I feel like its finally time for me to learn to play to worship God and lead others into that as well.  So keep that in your prayers if you would along with my bum knee.  I decided to start training for another marathon about a month ago and within one week, I couldn't walk without 4 Ibprofens.  I messed up my knee somehow and its driving me crazy because I can't run like I would like to.  I don't know whats going on with it any prayer for healing and patience is needed. &lt;br /&gt;Life on the island has been very good.  Some other teachers and I have begun going to an orphanage on the weekends and hanging out with the kids who live there.  There are 21 kids total and one woman who lives at the home with them.  As you would imagine, they don't have much supervision and definitely do not recieve the attention that is needed.  The kids are a little rough around the edges but great and very open to us being there.  I am going hiking and possibly iguana hunting with a few of the older boys this weekend.  Should be an adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-6855641201541592402?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6855641201541592402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/02/sports-guitar-jesus-and-bum-knee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/6855641201541592402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/6855641201541592402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/02/sports-guitar-jesus-and-bum-knee.html' title='Sports, Guitar, Jesus and a bum knee'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S4bKWt1so-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Ep-OD7vJ4EU/s72-c/P1311472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-4319152958420741133</id><published>2010-02-04T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T11:27:38.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bling Blau</title><content type='html'>Here are a few snapshots of life on the island over the past months.  Enjoy.  I will write again soon, but I'm out of words today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S2sewPJ_A2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/MfwsvB71cD8/s1600-h/P1221301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S2sewPJ_A2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/MfwsvB71cD8/s320/P1221301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434471189403599714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice swim to the cay's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S2sdUkyqPZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-1RtiWbg1KU/s1600-h/IMG_1068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S2sdUkyqPZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-1RtiWbg1KU/s320/IMG_1068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434469614663384466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a walk on the beach, a friend called this the "Honduran babysitter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S2scQ_afcYI/AAAAAAAAAH0/r1fY-0_9plg/s1600-h/PB261002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S2scQ_afcYI/AAAAAAAAAH0/r1fY-0_9plg/s320/PB261002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434468453578666370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S2sacg_PAuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-bYCrT5DWMU/s1600-h/P1301424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S2sacg_PAuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-bYCrT5DWMU/s320/P1301424.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434466452546454242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a walk through town on Saturday I was able to hang out with Christian.  He was with his friend building a boat to wade out and go fishing.  They were stuffing coke bottles into the cracks of this pallet to make it float and using a stick to push themselves out into the water.  It was quite amusing but looked fun so a few minutes later I found myself in the water with them.  Haha, I love the ingenuity of kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S2sZPVY0gqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/9pfCKGSnFpU/s1600-h/P1161233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S2sZPVY0gqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/9pfCKGSnFpU/s320/P1161233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434465126582616738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi amigos y yo having a day off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S2sW9HBwB5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/tUhUzjbPtWc/s1600-h/P1191272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S2sW9HBwB5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/tUhUzjbPtWc/s320/P1191272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434462614466856850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you too momma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-4319152958420741133?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4319152958420741133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/02/bling-blau.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/4319152958420741133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/4319152958420741133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/02/bling-blau.html' title='Bling Blau'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S2sewPJ_A2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/MfwsvB71cD8/s72-c/P1221301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-4282224688694669214</id><published>2010-01-25T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T10:49:11.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweatin' it out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S170mqWBUHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ahoE5U4Ub8k/s1600-h/P1151204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S170mqWBUHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ahoE5U4Ub8k/s320/P1151204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431047145694253170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honduras is hot.  My fan broke as soon as I got back after Christmas but it was ok because we were having a week of chilly weather.  That did not last.  It is now pushing 90’s and I’m sweatin’.  But its ok I shouldn’t be complaining; I would rather have this than the cold that most of you are still in.  This Monday starts our third quarter at school.  I am pretty excited because I have decided to approach bible classes from a different angle.  Up until this point I have just been shooting from the hip on class topics to discuss and trying to teach whatever I felt like God wanted them to hear.  It has been good but I feel like these next 5 months need a little more structure.  We will begin to go through the book of 1 Corinthians with the 9th 10th and 11th graders.  I am going to try and treat it more like a bible study for the next few months.  I am still working on what I want to do with the 7th and 8th graders but I think we will continue to dig into what it means to be a Christian and eventually start to dig into a book of the bible as well.  I am thinking 1 Timothy but we will see.  They are hard to keep engaged.  Any recommendations are welcome.  Ok well in other news, I think every student in the school made and A in PE.  I had 4 students not make a 100 on the exam.  I hated those PE teachers who tried to make their test’s real hard so that they could feel like their subject was more important.  I’m not that guy.  I know my subject is important, no need to make someone else suffer for it.  We have been playing kickball lately in most of the classes and I think we will begin to do some more team building exercises this 9 weeks.  Another exciting thing that has been happening is that I have been challenged to make goals this year.  One of those goals is to get more involved in the community around me.  Its kind of crazy how we decide to do something but God already has it in the works.  This little boy came by our apartments the other day and much like the story of the donut girls, we have begun to build a relationship.  He has come by 4 or 5 times now and hung out for a little while last time.  I gave him a coke and a soccer ball (thanks Claire, the soccer balls are getting used).  His name is Renyairee (I have no idea how to spell it).  He is 13 and works all day everyday selling pretty much anything.  His normal day consists of selling empanadas in the morning, tortillas in the afternoon, and oranges at night.  God is bringing the community to our door step it’s a beautiful thing.  Thank you for the prayers.  Much love.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S172ZC-YurI/AAAAAAAAAHU/pXY1-o8BGhw/s1600-h/P1191271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S172ZC-YurI/AAAAAAAAAHU/pXY1-o8BGhw/s320/P1191271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431049110811097778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-4282224688694669214?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4282224688694669214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweatin-it-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/4282224688694669214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/4282224688694669214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweatin-it-out.html' title='Sweatin&apos; it out'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S170mqWBUHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ahoE5U4Ub8k/s72-c/P1151204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-3138405226959477860</id><published>2010-01-15T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T07:03:17.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go, Listen, Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A man came to the house of his friend and asked him for some food but the friend turned him away because him and his family had already gone to bed.  The friend would not get up and give the other man food because of their friendship but because of his persistence.  The person who is asking will receive what he requests because of his persistence.  Jesus says in the same way “ask and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you.  For everyone who asks, receives; and he who seeks, finds; and to him who knocks, it will be opened”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must ask; there is a role to play for everyone.  Many times we as Christians find it easy to sit back and say I will wait for the Lord to give me direction without every asking or looking for it.  We go to a small group on Tuesday, worship on Wednesday, and church on Sunday; then feel like we have accomplished our Christian tasks for the week.  Being a follower of Christ does not mean go to other Christians, go to church or go to another improvement meeting.  Jesus’ call was to follow him to the broken, to those in need and to the ends of the earth.  This does not mean that everyone should quit what they are doing and go to Africa of India but the call is clear that we are to love and care for our “neighbor.”  Your neighbor is anyone in need; the man in church who just lost their job is your neighbor, so is the guy asking for food downtown and the woman who is working 3 minimum wage jobs with 2 kids and no outside support.  The lonely old man who lives down the street and only gets out of the house to get his mail is your neighbor, as well as that college student whose dad cheated on his mom which ripped their family apart, and the rich couple who seems to have everything but you see through the nice car and big house into the emptiness of their jobs and relationships.  These are your neighbors and that is who Jesus calls us to love.  Some are called to their neighbors in Africa, Asia, South America and other places around the world and maybe that is you but I think more overwhelmingly we are called to the person right next to us.  Love them, Show them the way to Christ.  This is a challenge because of the investment that is necessary; Jesus never just walked up to someone and began to tell them that they needed to accomplish a list of chores and then would be selected to enter heaven.  He went to where the people were and allowed them to come and listen.  Many times he would attract them with the power of God through miracles or he would gain their attention by sparking conversation.  He asked the Samaritan woman at the well for a drink of water, then waited on her to take the conversation further.  He did not force himself on anyone but he took a step out and allowed that person to take a step forward before he continued.  In order to share what Christ has given you, you must take a step toward those who God is calling you and allow them to come and listen.  Build a relationship and earn the right to be heard.  This will look different for everyone and may look different in every situation but what we can all do is look for where God is at work already and go there.  Get involved in what God is doing and look for openings to move into relationship with a neighbor.  As you move closer to someone and begin to build a relationship, learn to love them by listening, and always pray.  Sometimes your weaknesses are your greatest strengths.  That person will be drawn to you as you listen and learn, they will be loved and given worth as you do this as well.  Open you eyes, open your heart, allow God to pour in as you continue to pour out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S1B-s13Wa9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/NSz3uEvaKNc/s1600-h/IMG_1072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S1B-s13Wa9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/NSz3uEvaKNc/s320/IMG_1072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426976859820026834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-3138405226959477860?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3138405226959477860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/go-listen-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/3138405226959477860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/3138405226959477860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/go-listen-love.html' title='Go, Listen, Love'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S1B-s13Wa9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/NSz3uEvaKNc/s72-c/IMG_1072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-43029482064530662</id><published>2010-01-08T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:19:22.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S0egNoCciqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jM9o_ROP1ZE/s1600-h/IMG_1743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S0egNoCciqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jM9o_ROP1ZE/s320/IMG_1743.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424480432137472674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd quarter is coming to an end.  Exams are next week so I have been making a test that consists of questions like: How many players are on a basketball team? and How do you hold a hockey stick? While the students stress out about my ridiculously hard PE final, I have also been creating their final for bible class.  They will be writing me and essay that tells their life story. They can tell me as much or as little as they want.  There are some guiding questions that have to be asked but the depth to which they go with it is up to them.  In order to give them some clarification on what I expect, I have been sharing my story with each class this week.  This story includes a great family, a roller coaster of emotions and drama with friends, some empty fulfillment with weed and alcohol, and the ultimate redemption of Christ and his work in my life. Its been really encouraging to see how attentive they have been as I have shared and to see excitement from many of them as they start to write their own stories.  I am excited to read what they have to say.  That is a quick update on my first week back to the island.  I'm going to go now because the sun is out for the first time since I have been back.  Much love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-43029482064530662?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/43029482064530662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-got-minute.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/43029482064530662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/43029482064530662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-got-minute.html' title='I got a minute'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/S0egNoCciqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jM9o_ROP1ZE/s72-c/IMG_1743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-1694963675607782828</id><published>2009-12-17T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:18:40.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expected Generation</title><content type='html'>I have been SLOWLY reading through the old testament and here are some things that have come up.  Moses guided the Israelites to the land flowing with milk and honey, the land of Cana.  He sent spies to see if it was a good land and what it was like.  The lord had told them: “send spies to look at the land that I will give to the people of Israel.”  The spies returned and told the people it was an impossible land to conquer because the cities are strong and the people are giants.  All but two of the spies brought back this same report.  Caleb and Joshua came back declaring something different.  They said “the land is great, flowing with milk and honey.  If the Lord is pleased with us, he will give it to us.  He has removed protection from the Canaanites.”  In other words; the Lord said it was ours, we should believe him and go take it.  The people were about to stone Caleb and Joshua but the Lord appeared.  God said none of this generation will see the promise land but Joshua and Caleb because they did not doubt.  Because the people doubted what God was going to give them, He waited for an entirely new generation.  &lt;br /&gt; In the same way, I believe the majority of Christianity has neglected Gods promises, Both promises of blessings and suffering.  Ignored and doubted his power and touch.  We have neglected his reality and desire to know and use us.  We are invited to be a part of what he is doing now physically and spiritually yet we have settled for an idea or a good story.  He is real and active.  He has called us to first believe, listen then to go and do.  I believe we are the new generation of Joshua.  He is calling us and waiting for us to come.  We must go, we must run full speed into the unknown of his promises.  If you want to follow Christ and be a part of his story He says to leave it all behind.   He said, “Take up your cross daily and follow me.”  Bust down the door, cry out for his presence, expect him to show up and follow through.  He is ready.  Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/SysQS6HaXVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/G1vxLQDXOPY/s1600-h/P5180337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/SysQS6HaXVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/G1vxLQDXOPY/s320/P5180337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416440893867187538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-1694963675607782828?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1694963675607782828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/12/expected-generation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/1694963675607782828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/1694963675607782828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/12/expected-generation.html' title='Expected Generation'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/SysQS6HaXVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/G1vxLQDXOPY/s72-c/P5180337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-5080743933677506945</id><published>2009-11-24T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T17:07:54.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kickin' Rocks</title><content type='html'>So after being here for over three months, I feel like I kind of know what I am doing.  The planning is coming easier and the kids seem to be responding to me and not testing me so much.  Here is a little catch up on the last month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!We wrapped up the first quarter of school about three weeks ago.  We took an entire half day to watch the Passion of the Christ with all of the high school students.  It was awesome to see students eyes become open to the reality of Jesus' suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Swx_57CMpSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/OvQlofp_ziY/s1600/IMG_1817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Swx_57CMpSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/OvQlofp_ziY/s320/IMG_1817.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407837885641303330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!We have had one high school girls soccer game and one boys game.  Both teams lost their games but played well. We have another game for the girls tom., wish us luck.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/SwwqDY1cj6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/L_3UUZYgwik/s1600/PA180789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/SwwqDY1cj6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/L_3UUZYgwik/s320/PA180789.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407743490259718050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!The other teachers I live and work with are awesome and we seem to have a new adventure every weekend.  We spent a weekend at a hostel in a very secluded part of the island, We dressed up for Halloween as a local Cell phone company and power company, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Swx7kx9YjPI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8V_3WI3F5qs/s1600/PB010866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Swx7kx9YjPI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8V_3WI3F5qs/s320/PB010866.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407833124381428978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spent some time at the beach with the donut girls, went to a floating restaurant and many other adventures that come with being a teacher in Honduras (no seatbelts, plenty of truck beds, mosquitoes galore, new smells, and a very slow lifestyle.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!I ordered new soccer and volleyballs! I really underestimated the students passion for soccer and overestimated the strength of the balls that I brought.  We are down to 4 "nice" soccer balls for the team, three plastic ones for recess, and 2 volleyballs, but reinforcements arrive this week.  Thanks for your support.  The kids here will literally kick anything.  When I won't give them a ball, they will play a game with a bottle, a bottle cap, a rock or anything that will more across the ground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-5080743933677506945?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5080743933677506945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/kickin-rocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/5080743933677506945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/5080743933677506945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/kickin-rocks.html' title='Kickin&apos; Rocks'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Swx_57CMpSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/OvQlofp_ziY/s72-c/IMG_1817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-8081221467716180368</id><published>2009-11-11T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:39:58.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writers Block</title><content type='html'>Sorry I my brain is too tired to write anything meaningful so ill let pictures to the job:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Svs83C6pNSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Dmv5OMOdU8U/s1600-h/IMG_1732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Svs83C6pNSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Dmv5OMOdU8U/s320/IMG_1732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402979094334354722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling it a day with avocado smoothies, Soo Good!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Svs8Po7s6KI/AAAAAAAAAGE/TcDTC6d8Csk/s1600-h/IMG_1094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Svs8Po7s6KI/AAAAAAAAAGE/TcDTC6d8Csk/s320/IMG_1094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402978417344571554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Foto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Svs7C5QP8wI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jj7G_EtVrRk/s1600-h/IMG_1847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Svs7C5QP8wI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jj7G_EtVrRk/s320/IMG_1847.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402977098875794178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pep corner with Mitch Voth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Svs6GcIIhmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/SEnBzuS52PE/s1600-h/IMG_1814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Svs6GcIIhmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/SEnBzuS52PE/s320/IMG_1814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402976060264973922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game time! Thanks to everyone who is supporting me and this school.  The money for soccer balls and other equipment has brought a lot of joy to these kids and made my life much easier here as a PE teacher.  Much Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Svs42pajp-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/FDSOcb-4z-E/s1600-h/IMG_1373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Svs42pajp-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/FDSOcb-4z-E/s320/IMG_1373.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402974689442375650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love em'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Svs3VKSH-wI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ASuUJCkmwYg/s1600-h/IMG_1343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Svs3VKSH-wI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ASuUJCkmwYg/s320/IMG_1343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402973014638197506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seniors, if you can't run with the big dogs, stay on the porch with the pups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Svs0Tes2dcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YtUw2OGoWU4/s1600-h/PB010904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Svs0Tes2dcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YtUw2OGoWU4/s320/PB010904.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402969687224382914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donut girls at the beach con yo y Amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/SvszR4WRkAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ttnxoyrYMgk/s1600-h/PB010875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/SvszR4WRkAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ttnxoyrYMgk/s320/PB010875.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402968560237645826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a day at the beach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-8081221467716180368?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8081221467716180368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/writers-block.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/8081221467716180368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/8081221467716180368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/writers-block.html' title='Writers Block'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Svs83C6pNSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Dmv5OMOdU8U/s72-c/IMG_1732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-74350866476825931</id><published>2009-10-09T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:31:48.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We got ourselves a game!</title><content type='html'>So we have been having "soccer practices" for about a month and a half now.  It has been tough because the players have no discipline and have never been required to practice.  Sometimes players show up and sometimes they don't.  So last week I wrote up a contract and sent it home with anyone who wanted to be on the team.  They had to sign it as well as their parents.  The players are now expected to stay at school from 2:30 to 5.  The first hour is study hall and 3:30 to 5 is practice.  We have had two boys practices and two girls practices.  So far every practice has had a full team.  The second problem has been that we have no games scheduled, the public schools get out in two weeks and every other soccer coach on the island speaks Spanish.  I'm working on the Spanish thing but its coming SLOW.  Both of these issues have been stressing me out a little because I felt kinda like I was being thrown to the wolves with a soccer team that had no structure or direction.  Its been a blessing to have the students respect our new practice model. It took a lot of chasing kids through the parking lot to make them stay but, its working.  So the game thing.  Without games, the kids have no drive or motivation to train.  I knew we could only keep practices up for a limited amount of time without games.  So yesterday while we were practicing, a man was watching us play so I went to talk to him while the players were doing some drills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Ss9H-gsfUZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/OnxU5XeVq9E/s1600-h/P9100466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Ss9H-gsfUZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/OnxU5XeVq9E/s320/P9100466.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390606418239771026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He spoke just enough English for me to understand that he was a soccer coach also.  One of the injured players came over and helped me with the translation.  After a 10 minute conversation of nodding my head and whispering, "what did he say?," we had a game scheduled for next week.  So as of now we have our first boys game scheduled Tuesday as 6.  Also as I sat down to begin this blog, one of the girls from the team came in and said another school wants to set up a game for next week.  They will be sending an invitation to play for Friday of next week.  So we got ourselves some games!  Things seem to be getting on track with the sports finally, its a beautiful thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Aside from the soccer teams things at school are going great.  We were using the parachute in all of the elementary school classes and they LOVED it.  I mean how could they not.     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Ss9G9vQKwkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WxZgcnOICGU/s1600-h/PA070623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Ss9G9vQKwkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WxZgcnOICGU/s320/PA070623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390605305456017986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-74350866476825931?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/74350866476825931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-got-ourselves-game.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/74350866476825931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/74350866476825931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-got-ourselves-game.html' title='We got ourselves a game!'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Ss9H-gsfUZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/OnxU5XeVq9E/s72-c/P9100466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-5674786490817798578</id><published>2009-10-01T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:15:09.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dounuts galore!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/SsVwL_I5gQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/tSrL3pC-o5s/s1600-h/IMG_0748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/SsVwL_I5gQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/tSrL3pC-o5s/s320/IMG_0748.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387835880448295170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about a month ago, these 3 little girls stopped by our apartments selling donuts.  I was so stoked because it was a rough day at school and nothings sounded better than to sit back and eat a bunch of sugar.  I think the teachers that live on the hall bought the little girls out for the day.  When they went to Amy's apartment, she showed them love through chewing gum.  The girls were so excited and had both pieces of gum in their mouths before they reached the door.  they came back a few days later and we went through the same routine.  This scene repeated itself for about 3 weeks, each time the girls began to stay a little longer and talk a little more.  They don't speak a lick of english so it's giving us an opportunity to practice.  Amy has taken these beautiful little girls under her wing and has been showing them the love they may have never experienced before.  They are now waiting on the steps outside our apartment almost everyday when we come home from school.  They usually stick around and hang out for about an hour.  Our time consists of playing memory, drawing, learning geography with the world map on the wall, getting smoothies, and a lot of Spanglish.  These little girls are 9 and 10 years old and work selling donuts for their mom from the time they get out of school until dark and the entire day on Saturday.  They live in a home with 6 other children and are obviously not a part of high society.  It has been a beautiful opportunity for us to love them and allow them an opportunity to be kids with our full attention for an hour a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/SsVOWzohXGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/LxD4aqauv8E/s1600-h/IMG_0742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/SsVOWzohXGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/LxD4aqauv8E/s320/IMG_0742.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387798682942921826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-5674786490817798578?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5674786490817798578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/dounuts-galore.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/5674786490817798578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/5674786490817798578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/dounuts-galore.html' title='Dounuts galore!!'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/SsVwL_I5gQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/tSrL3pC-o5s/s72-c/IMG_0748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-8831080218107075266</id><published>2009-09-19T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T10:19:49.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer / Futbol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/SrUCDdQzu5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/R-nh9yz3qW0/s1600-h/P9100466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/SrUCDdQzu5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/R-nh9yz3qW0/s320/P9100466.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383211188009286546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life in Honduras is not complete without a soccer ball.  Every day is made up of the same question asked a million times, "Mr. Harrison can I have a soccer ball", "Can I have a futbol"or "I want me ball."  The high schoolers think they are the next superstar and the younger kids plan on being the next superstar.  But thats a pretty standard mindset and it makes them want to play that much more.  The high school kids played two games this week.  I have not been coaching these games because they are games the kids set up outside of school, but they have been fun to watch.  Two of my soccer balls have disappeared as a result. The first one exploded 3/4 of the way through the game and the second one was kicked over the fence and "vanished."  The kids are having fun though and I am beginning to earn their respect and trust.  I don't quite know to how use it yet but I know Soccer is and will be a powerful tool God has laid before us to impact these students and the community.  Sports are such a strong way to unite people.  During the political turmoil Honduras is going through right now, soccer has become even more valuable.  The people are split because of the opposing political agendas that are present and they feel like their voice is being ignored by most of the world.  For those of you who may not be keeping up with it, the military of Honduras removed their president by force and took him out of the country in June.  He was attempting to violate a court order which refused to let him poll the people about changing their constitution.  Supposedly there is a lot more to the story and some other shady things that were going on but that is the reason that has been spoken of.  There is an interim president and elections will be held in November.  But in the meantime, the US along with many other Western countries have refused to recognize the elections.  The US has cut off all funding to Honduras and has refused Visas for Honduran citizens to travel to the US.  At the same time, World cup qualifying games are being played right now.  Honduras is currently in third place and every time they play the country rally's behind the sport that is serving as a rock for the country.  I was on the mainland when they beat Trinidad and tabago, you would have thought you were in Chapel Hill for a national championship win.  There were 15 to 20 people in the backs of trucks, honking water flying, mobs chanting.  It was Loco.  Amy, Mitch, Jessica and me rode around the street in the back of a truck getting soaked by filthy water and hollering "viva Hondruas".  It is great to see a whole country unified behind a single team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/SrUOBVh53RI/AAAAAAAAAEk/X_M2HUisp5M/s1600-h/P9180538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/SrUOBVh53RI/AAAAAAAAAEk/X_M2HUisp5M/s320/P9180538.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383224345713302802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-8831080218107075266?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8831080218107075266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/soccer-futbol.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/8831080218107075266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/8831080218107075266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/soccer-futbol.html' title='Soccer / Futbol'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/SrUCDdQzu5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/R-nh9yz3qW0/s72-c/P9100466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-5421265305643996834</id><published>2009-09-07T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T14:53:46.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/SqV9-fi6tNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2-rywYDG8zQ/s1600-h/P9060407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/SqV6TMGjr1I/AAAAAAAAADs/43gz_5tLvLc/s320/P8310167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378839800048758610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/SqV5KynFPyI/AAAAAAAAADk/lWWoxHOe0es/s1600-h/P8310180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/SqV5KynFPyI/AAAAAAAAADk/lWWoxHOe0es/s320/P8310180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378838556255272738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-5421265305643996834?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5421265305643996834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/5421265305643996834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/5421265305643996834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/SqV9-fi6tNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2-rywYDG8zQ/s72-c/P9060407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-901180389394435740</id><published>2009-09-04T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T18:19:06.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Weeks Down</title><content type='html'>We have officially had 2 full weeks of school.  Today was Hot! I had PE all day so I was outside teaching the kids how to spike a volleyball.  Some of them did well while others were pretty humorous.  Overall, they are surprisingly good at volleyball.  Yesterday, my last class of the day was 7th grade bible.  I was teaching them about the story where Jesus turns water into wine.  This class hadn't been responding very well.  I felt like they were giving me the answers they thought I wanted and not really letting God touch their hearts through the scripture.  I think part of that was due to my style of teaching.  I feel like the lord is telling me to not focus so much on making sure they soak up the knowledge but to drive home one message and build on it with the relationships he will nurture in the class.  The kids need to know that they are valuable and that God loves them.  I will strive to make them aware of this and to stop for any opportunity that God places in my path.  It is sometimes hard to identify or engage these opportunities so I am praying for God to keep me sharp and open my eyes to his work.  When it comes to PE, the kids are learning all about volleyball and continually begging to play soccer.  I make deals with them to play soccer the last 10 minutes as long as they do everything I ask.  Its a beautiful thing.  Thank you for your prayers and I hope all is well.  Much love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-901180389394435740?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/901180389394435740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-weeks-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/901180389394435740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/901180389394435740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-weeks-down.html' title='Two Weeks Down'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-7953899341312706195</id><published>2009-09-02T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T08:25:53.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Schooled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Sp6IqWnvdGI/AAAAAAAAADc/-v_3GlfKXFo/s1600-h/jess+(47).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Sp6IqWnvdGI/AAAAAAAAADc/-v_3GlfKXFo/s320/jess+(47).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376885266335102050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Sp6HpodAqrI/AAAAAAAAADU/Lcw6FYghotY/s1600-h/P8230091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Sp6HpodAqrI/AAAAAAAAADU/Lcw6FYghotY/s320/P8230091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376884154430433970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Sp6G_nHQD5I/AAAAAAAAADM/X-lzZwRWyew/s1600-h/jess+(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Sp6G_nHQD5I/AAAAAAAAADM/X-lzZwRWyew/s320/jess+(11).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376883432516226962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Sp6GTKr45rI/AAAAAAAAADE/sh5VaPItFzk/s1600-h/P8200034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Sp6GTKr45rI/AAAAAAAAADE/sh5VaPItFzk/s320/P8200034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376882668971026098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Wednesday mornings.  I don't start teaching today until nine forty five so I get to work on all my planning for next week and relax for a bit [and blog]. Things are still going well here, we had our second soccer practice yesterday which was better than the first.  16 kids showed up and they were only 20 minutes late.  We are working on it, things run a little slower here. I started going to a church about 2 miles from my apartment.  I went there two weeks ago with two other teachers and we met Sherman and his brothers.  Sherman is a 55 year old man who owns the iguana farm here on the island.  Him and his brothers have been on the island their whole lives  and also build boats for a living.  Sherman took us after church on a sweet tour of the island and bought us lunch at Wendy's.  It was great to see new parts of the island and to have an islander giving us his perspective.  Mitch and I are going over to Sherman's brothers workshop today to check out the work he does on the boats.  I feel like everyday is jam packed with school and whatever adventure presents itself  in the evening.  Sometimes the adventure is a trip to the beach, a local restaurant  or a nap. Th teaching is going well in the classroom and outside.  I think the kids  are getting somethings from bible class and they seem to be enjoying PE.  keep us in your prayers, that I will be sensitive to the Holy Spirit and to the students.  I am teaching them stories about Jesus' life, simply trying to pound the Gospel and they seem to be responding well.  I love what I am doing and am so thankful for God placing me and all of the other teachers here on this island.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-7953899341312706195?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7953899341312706195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/getting-schooled.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/7953899341312706195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/7953899341312706195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/getting-schooled.html' title='Getting Schooled'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Sp6IqWnvdGI/AAAAAAAAADc/-v_3GlfKXFo/s72-c/jess+(47).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-7527944038376492691</id><published>2009-08-20T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:46:52.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap time</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day of school.  It was only a half day but I am already dead tired, this teaching thing is no joke.  I had 5 classes of elementary school PE and 7th grade bible class.  the kids were great and thankfully most of them speak english.  We went through all of our warm up drills and played some soccer.  It was a great first day.  The 7th graders are a little shy but they will come around.  Tonight I am going to a spanish Church of God foot washing youth service with some friends but I haven't visited one of the english speaking churches yet.  It is very crazy how many churches are on the island but there is very little outreach.  A Wendy's opened up about a mile from our apartments this week which is the big excitement in our area of the island.  I have already been twice and thoroughly enjoyed my number 6, spicy chicken.  Here are a few pictures of the past 2 weeks.  We went to the beach on the other side of the island last weekend with the other teachers.  the first picture is the apartments for all the american teachers and the others are from the beach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-7527944038376492691?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7527944038376492691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/nap-time.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/7527944038376492691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/7527944038376492691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/nap-time.html' title='Nap time'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-629467328046648531</id><published>2009-08-20T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:31:59.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/So2kaB-xYQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/k0j3pByAPe4/s1600-h/P8160688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/So2ho7VcKMI/AAAAAAAAACs/XhdlDrtlsjM/s320/P8110604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372127655017326786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/So2gKhjI4cI/AAAAAAAAACk/wDPgOtuy8dg/s1600-h/P8160766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/So2gKhjI4cI/AAAAAAAAACk/wDPgOtuy8dg/s320/P8160766.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372126033187758530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-629467328046648531?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/629467328046648531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/629467328046648531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/629467328046648531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/So2kaB-xYQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/k0j3pByAPe4/s72-c/P8160688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-424827364218834257</id><published>2009-08-20T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:04:23.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/So2eJW9zSeI/AAAAAAAAACc/-vN4esoWyGw/s1600-h/P8160715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/So2eJW9zSeI/AAAAAAAAACc/-vN4esoWyGw/s320/P8160715.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372123814143674850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/So2dKtptETI/AAAAAAAAACU/m-Em03XkEEg/s1600-h/P8140622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/So2dKtptETI/AAAAAAAAACU/m-Em03XkEEg/s320/P8140622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372122737901637938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi Casa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/So2byyKmuTI/AAAAAAAAACM/ZKfmraUibDk/s1600-h/P8120621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/So2byyKmuTI/AAAAAAAAACM/ZKfmraUibDk/s320/P8120621.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372121227284887858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-424827364218834257?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/424827364218834257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/mi-casa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/424827364218834257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/424827364218834257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/mi-casa.html' title=''/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/So2eJW9zSeI/AAAAAAAAACc/-vN4esoWyGw/s72-c/P8160715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-5292845236849683823</id><published>2009-08-12T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:37:26.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life without A/C</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/SoSHb-pTnAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ot0W1VRtrgY/s1600-h/P8110615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/SoSHb-pTnAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ot0W1VRtrgY/s320/P8110615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369565570474941442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/SoSGRHgZ3_I/AAAAAAAAABs/Liyk2p1LHpc/s1600-h/P8110608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/SoSGRHgZ3_I/AAAAAAAAABs/Liyk2p1LHpc/s320/P8110608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369564284363333618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now been in Roatan for 5 days or cinco dias.  The weather is great but hot and always humid, the people are incredible and the island is beautiful.  Amy and I arrived flew in on Saturday and waited about an hour and a half to get through customs.  At this point there had been knots in my stomach for days and waiting in a line clueless as to what is next didn't help.  Eventually we got to our bags and were greeted by Ms. Nina, her husband and two kids.  They helped us load up our 300lbs. of luggage and took us to our apartment.  They treated us to some Bojangles on the way.  Nothin' like local cooking!  &lt;br /&gt;We arrived at our apartments where we met our knew family of teachers.  It seems like college all over again, just hotter with more responsibility and a lack of communication skills.  I live with Mitch who is from Kansas and will be teaching 3rd grade.  Our apartment is on the second story of an unfinished building on a single hallway where all of the other American teachers are out neighbors.  Everybody is very nice, we are able to leave out doors open to the hall and visit from room to room.  The new culture is definitely taking some getting used to, especially the language barrier.  I am already learning some Spanish and am for the first time in my life enjoying learning it.  We have explored about a mile in each direction of our new home where we have discovered some pieces of the beautiful coast, eating pork cooked by kids standing on the street, many local street vendors and the cell phone store.  &lt;br /&gt;The school is great, we are going through orientation for the next week but I am already getting a chance to meet kids and get schooled by five year olds in soccer.  I love it.  All of the equipment which has blown the students away who keep coming up and saying, "ayudo" "can I help".  I have been doing nothing but pumping up balls for the past two days.  The teachers and other faculty I have met are incredible and I look forward to serving the lord along side of them.  I feel like I have been taken into a new family.  It is a beautiful thing.  God is here and I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings. &lt;br /&gt;I don't have my camera chord with me so I will upload some pictures later.  Thanks for reading, have an awesome day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-5292845236849683823?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5292845236849683823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-without-ac.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/5292845236849683823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/5292845236849683823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-without-ac.html' title='Life without A/C'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/SoSHb-pTnAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ot0W1VRtrgY/s72-c/P8110615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-7059752573465963406</id><published>2009-06-18T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:14:49.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Sjss1DHkosI/AAAAAAAAABk/JauuOEp-gDg/s1600-h/soccer+ball.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Sjss1DHkosI/AAAAAAAAABk/JauuOEp-gDg/s320/soccer+ball.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348918272314352322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is good to give thanks to the lord and to sing praises to your name, O Most High; To declare your loving kindness in the morning and your faithfulness by night." Psalm 92:1-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is blessing every part of this journey to Honduras.  I had no idea what to expect when I decided to raise some money for PE equipment.  God laid it on my heart to simply ask, so I did.  I wrote a support letter and sent about 20 out.  It has been about a week and a half and already there are ten supporters and boxes of basketballs and soccer balls sitting in my living room.  I ordered 9 brand new Umbro soccer balls and still need to order some nets, volleyballs, frisbee's and hockey sticks.  It is so encouraging to see the way god has laid it on so many folks hearts to get behind the work he is allowing me to be a part of in Honduras.  For the first time in a while I feel like I am in a place where God has complete control.  My hands are off the wheel and he has led me exactly where He wants me to be.  It is a great feeling to know that He is ultimately in control and will always lead us as long as we let go.  The fund raising has been in his hands and still is.  These students are going to be so excited and blessed by this new equipment and hopefully about having a real PE teacher.  Everything that has been and that will be given is appreciated more than I can express.  These kids are going to flip out at the sight of brand new soccer and basketballs.  I praise the lord for everything he is doing and what He is going to continue to do.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For you, O Lord, have made me glad by what you have done,  I will sing for joy at the works of your hands." Psalm 92: 4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-7059752573465963406?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7059752573465963406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/06/hands-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/7059752573465963406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/7059752573465963406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/06/hands-off.html' title='Hands off'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/Sjss1DHkosI/AAAAAAAAABk/JauuOEp-gDg/s72-c/soccer+ball.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4455077463098628798.post-7853508867169315535</id><published>2009-05-18T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:24:56.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alpha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/ShHuQRqMbNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nbVIFLct5N0/s1600-h/IMG_0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/ShHuQRqMbNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nbVIFLct5N0/s320/IMG_0622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337308996796443858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have created this blog to serve as my means to share where I am and what God is allowing me to be a part of.  I am excited to be following him on this journey of life in the shadow of the cross.  I am currently preparing to go to Roatan, Honduras to teach physical education at a small Christian school on the island.  The past three months have consisted of a lot of confusion, growth, and doors closing.  God has called me to lay down my desires, to lay down my life and plans completely, and to follow him.  I have no idea what to expect for the next year other than to see God glorified and his kingdom manifest through love in relationship and sports.  God has been consistently invading the community of believers I am blessed to be a part on in Charleston and will continue to show up where his follower lay down in love before him.  I am excited to see this be carried out in Honduras and to here about the ways he continues to move through you, his children, THE CHURCH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4455077463098628798-7853508867169315535?l=hjontherocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7853508867169315535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/05/alpha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/7853508867169315535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4455077463098628798/posts/default/7853508867169315535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hjontherocks.blogspot.com/2009/05/alpha.html' title='Alpha'/><author><name>Harrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03793301756795368276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PxT1HKvKtSI/ShHuQRqMbNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nbVIFLct5N0/s72-c/IMG_0622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
