Tim Høiland
6Jun/11Off

My latest in PRISM Magazine: “A Home for Life”

A boy looks in the window at Semillas Biblioteca, a library in Diriamba, Nicaragua

During my first two visits to Costa Rica, both of which were way too brief, I became really curious about Costa Rica's neighbor to the north, Nicaragua. The two countries share a big border, and since CR is comparatively wealthy and Nicaragua is comparatively poor, this creates a bit of tension between the two, as you can imagine (not that we in the US know anything about tensions with a poor neighboring country).

So when I went back to Costa Rica last year to spend two months with my friends at the Association for Development through Education, I was sure to schedule a bus trip to Nicaragua. I lined up visits and interviews for three potential magazine story ideas, not sure which, if any, would ever be published.

Pastor Francisco outside his church

One was a visit to La Chureca in the capital city of Managua, the largest garbage dump in Central America. There, a pastor who was a friend of a friend of a friend walked me through a labyrinth of plastic and sheet metal and introduced me to men and women who were part of a church he pastored until recently.

On another day I caught a minibus to the nearby town of Diriamba, where some friends of a friend had started that town's first public library to nurture an appreciation for learning and reading and to provide young people with a safe place to grow up. The visits to both La Chureca and Diriamba were humbling and encouraging, as I witnessed Christians serving those in need and doing so faithfully, without a whole lot of fanfare.

But for various reasons the magazine idea that in fact came to fruition was a visit to Hogar Belén, a home for disabled and abandoned children just outside Managua, and part of a nonprofit called Mustard Seed Communities. It has been published in the May/June edition of PRISM, and the PDF is available here.

A boy at the clinic at Hogar Belén

I'm glad this story came together because I think it demonstrates a striking contrast between prevailing views of what is considered success -- even in church and ministry among the poor -- and what Jesus has to say about serving "the least of these" with mustard seed-like faith.

The disabled, abandoned children of Hogar Belén don't need any more of the CEO-type leaders that our evangelical culture is intent on churning out. And they certainly don't need any more egotistical political leaders who put up year-round Christmas Trees to remind citizens of all they have to celebrate because of him. My hunch (or hypothesis) is that what the children of Hogar Belén have found is in fact what Christ calls each of us uniquely and all of us collectively to be. But you'll need to read the article to see what that is. Then I'd really love to hear your thoughts.

5Apr/10Off

Christmas trees and mustard seeds in Nicaragua

I returned to Costa Rica from Nicaragua a week and a half ago, and while I’m hoping to write something publication-worthy later on, I thought I’d share a few observations and reflections from the trip.

The first thing I noticed upon arriving in Managua last Sunday night was that there were big illuminated Christmas trees in all the traffic roundabouts. This struck me as odd, since it was March.


The next morning I mentioned these trees to my taxi driver, who told me it’s political propaganda - a way of saying that with the Sandinistas in power, it’s Christmas year-round. That’s debatable, I suppose, but one of the other things that struck me about Managua was the ubiquitous graffiti. It was everywhere. And remarkably, everywhere the graffiti said the same thing: Viva Daniel! Viva La Revolucion!


Welcome to Nicaragua.


My three days in the country were mostly spent visiting different ministries. Monday I visited a home for abandoned kids with disabilities. Tuesday I went to the Managua garbage dump, La Chureca, with a pastor who was on a first name basis with many slum residents.


Wednesday I headed down to Diriamba, about 40 kilometers to the south, where a friend of a friend is helping to start the first free public library in the region.

What I saw and experienced can be easily overlooked by many who live and travel in Nicaragua: the orphanage is outside of Managua, down a quiet dirt road; the garbage dump, is, well, a garbage dump; and the folks making the library happen struck me as humble, genuine and fairly unassuming. Yet this is what the coming Kingdom looks like, I think: mustard seeds sprouting up where you wouldn’t necessarily think to look.


So, what do I make of Nicaragua? Well, oddly enough, I was surprised at how much it reminded me of Cambodia, of all places. Not Costa Rica, but Cambodia. It probably had to do with being hot and flat, with a lot of tuktuks and palm trees and remnants of civil wars in the form of dilapidated buildings.

Of course, Nicaragua is a large country, and the parts I saw were not representative. Tourists apparently do whatever they can to stay out of Managua, making a beeline instead for places like Granada and Leon and Lake Nicaragua and San Juan del Sur and even Bluefields. Perhaps one day I’ll be able to see some of them for myself. But in the meantime I’m grateful for these glimpses of the Kingdom - sneak peaks the beach-goers might not be privy to.