It started with bread, but it became a story only God could write. From a quiet hillside homestead with a wood-fired oven to a mountain vill

High in the mountains of Honduras, our team reached the remote village of San José de Ramos—dusty roads, steep switchbacks, and all. We shared the Gospel through skits, handed out school supplies and food to grateful families, and watched joy light up the faces of children who have so little, yet radiate so much. The day ended with a stop in the artisan town of Valle de Ángeles, where we supported local craftsmen and picked up fresh-roasted Honduran coffee—souvenirs with a so

With full hearts and aching bodies, we finally crawled into our bunks, the rain still falling like a lullaby on the roofs around us. Tomorrow begins construction on two homes—promises long-awaited by families who have prayed and hoped for nearly two years.

What if the missions work you’ve been supporting isn’t actually reaching the people you think it is?