Earlier this week there was an article in the Tulsa World about a massacre that took place in San Pedro Sula, the city where we lived our first 10 years in Honduras. According to the San Pedro newspaper the incident was gang related. The article said a member of one of the gangs stepped into a shoe factory and began shooting, killing 17 people. We have our share of violence here in the U.S. but these acts seem unthinkable. I remember the first time I encountered something like this. Shortly after we arrived in Honduras we went to the youth reformatory one evening to show the Jesus film. I say "reformatory"; it was really a maximum-security prison for adolescents found guilty of murder, robbery, drug trafficking, etc. We were warned of the dangers and had made a plan to be sure that the two most violent gangs, Mara Alvatrucha and Diez y Ocho would not come near each other at any time during the evening. As it turned out, something went wrong, and the two groups began showing up in the cafeteria at the same time. It was too late to change anything so we began to pray our best prayers. God was merciful. It was as if one side of the room could not see the other; as if there were curtains down the middle of the room. Both groups watched the film without even glancing at the other. At the end of the evening there was an altar call and several members of both groups came forward.... nothing short of a miracle.