My love for the Hispanic culture sprouted when I was just a child. Growing up in a mostly-Hispanic household, I often witnessed the endless “bickering” (apparently, just talking) of my mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother. Of the Honduran trio, only my mother spoke English.
After college I moved to Latin America. During my time in Bolivia—the poorest country in South America—I worked in a special-needs orphanage, labored in a horse stable, immersed myself in the culture, and perfected my Spanish. There, in that dilapidated, no A/C, gecko-rampant house, I found my Hispanic voice—the same voice that I want my students to find and love.
As a Spanish teacher, I desire for my students to discover the benefit and beauty of speaking a foreign language (foreign to us, anyway). And since culture is the foundation of language, they should come to appreciate that culture as well. Christians are called to love their neighbors, and sometimes the neighbor is a Hispanic individual who needs Christ. Learning another language, then, is a fulfillment of the Great Commission.
Now a little bit about my education. After graduating as a homeschool student, I received my English degree from Liberty University. Then, I traveled. Now, I am studying two languages, French and mathematics. Math is the universal language of the world; it is the foundation of spoken language, and I am pursuing it as a PhD. And since I learned English first and Spanish second, French was the natural choice for third. After all, if English and Spanish had a baby, it would be French.
Learning a language is hard work, but it opens unimaginable doors and allows you to see beyond the boarders of your own culture. If you ever decide to visit Bolivia during Carnival, Mexico during Dia de Los Muertos (Halloween), or Spain during Semana Santa (Easter), you will truly come to understand the blessing of knowing another language.