Reflection on Honduras Mission Trip 2012




Reflection on Honduras Mission Trip 2012

By: Jay Dorris, Class of 2014

For the second consecutive year, I was blessed to have the opportunity to go on the Christmas break mission trip to Catacamas, Honduras. One of my favorite things about the trip is getting to spend time in a context that combines both professional and spiritual growth in an unforgettable manner. Getting the opportunity to interact with patients and other health care providers from another culture provides many great learning opportunities, the organization we work with while there, Predisan, really lives out its mission statement based on Luke 9:2.

By far my favorite activity of the trip is spending the day celebrating Christmas with local children and families. We collect toys, clothes and school supplies and bring them with us into very poor areas within Catacamas. In a season where it is so easy to get lost in materialism and forget the true meaning of Christmas, getting to hand out toys and play games with the kids is an extraordinary Christmas gift. Our culture has a lot to learn from people all over the world who have so much joy and yet materially have so little.

From my experiences, the trip goes far beyond the six days we actually spend in Honduras. You relive the experiences when telling others about the clinic days in the mountains, entertaining bus rides and the fine Honduran dining of beans at every meal. Personally, taking care of patients within a missional context has transformed how I take care of patients here. As a third-year student, these trips remind me how much I have learned and how much I have yet to learn about the practice of pharmacy. I cannot wait to return to Catacamas again for the opportunity to serve and grow.

By: Kate Claussen, Class of 2015

this honduras mission trip has made an impact on my life. I’ve been going on mission trips since seventh grade, but Honduras was unlike any other. Our service truly made a difference in the lives of the ones we served. I could see it in their eyes. It may be the only chance they get for health care each year. Even performing the basics, like blood pressures, weight and glucose levels, allowed a connection to the patients. Sitting outside, waiting to be seen in a clinic is something that would be hard for many of us to do, yet the Hondurans waited patiently for their turn. Their ability to treat every moment like a treasure, not like time to be spent—as we do in America, should inspire each and every one of us to examine our lives in a different light. It’s not just time; everything is cherished. If health care providers in America saw time this way, how much more connected, how much more respect would we feel for our patients, and them to us? As students we are told in nearly every class that we are the future of health care. I say the future does not come from America, but instead from mixing ideas and practices found in different cultures. Honduras should be one of those cultures.