God started the conception of Resurrection Medical Mission back in 2003, in Honduras. I didn’t know
what would be birthed by that conception, as we usually don’t, and I didn’t know that this baby would
be 20 years in the making.
On a hot, blistery day, after loading down the Land Cruisers with medical supplies and
many, many boxes of food, we traveled over an hour and a half through the desert,
much of the time, not a road in sight.
