In Santa Ana, Honduras, a tiny village tucked away in the lush western mountains of Central American, lives El Moto. He is seven years old. He is a cast off. No Mommy. No Daddy. Taken in by a family who found him wandering the street. They call him El Moto – the sock without a match. He is that lone sock, stuck in a lonely laundry basket or in a secluded drawer. Cast off. El Moto.

When I met him during a recent medical mission adventure to Santa Ana, he was bright-eyed and healthy, known to all in the little town as El Moto. I asked him what the name meant and he gave me the definition. His eyes seemed to reflect the hurt of his little heart when his adopted family called him El Moto, though, they did so without overt malice.

The name hurt.

I asked the Living God to provide a special gift to El Moto that might encourage his spirit. I noted that he squinted at the chart on which I was writing. I had him read a few passages from a simple book. He squinted away. I fitted him with a stylish pair of glasses. In the twinkling of an eye, literally, he was reading without squinting, and beaming as he looked in the mirror.

This verse came to mind: “Without father or mother, without genealogy, without beginning of days or end of life, like the Son of God, He remains a priest forever.” (Hebrews 7:3) Jesus is the ultimate ‘El Moto’. He identifies with our pain, our misfit-ness, our cast-off-ness, and adopts us through His redemptive work on the Cross. Wow. I shared that verse with the little guy, properly called Emmanuel. Perhaps, just perhaps, he left our tiny clinic a bit less ‘moto’ and a bit more of a ‘miembro’ of God’s loving family.

The morning that we left Honduras was beautiful. I took a walk on the beach, settled down with my Bible, and got deep into prayer. I felt a nudge, a wet nudge, on my hand. I opened my eyes and saw this big, bony fellow: (insert picture of dog)
Another ‘moto’. He sat down next to me as I stroked his matted, mangy fur, fed him a few cookies, and continued to read the Word. He fell asleep, quite contentedly, in the lap of a middle-aged physician from Texas. Just two ‘motos’ enjoying God’s grace.