You hear it almost every Sunday at church: Christ traded places with us. He endured brutal torture and took our place on the cross. But the commonplace Christian slogans never completely sank in. On our first trip to Honduras we had the opportunity to meet with a family that lived on the side of the trash dump just outside Tegucigalpa. They lived in a shack of wood scraps and “treasures” found among the garbage. The smell that surrounded their home was worse than anything we’d ever experienced, produced by the multiple soiled diapers and wild dog feces that lined their dirt floor.