Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Robinson


Here is a young man I couldn't be prouder of. Sacrificial, hardworking, steadfast, pure, Godly, and Haitian. A man among his own people. He has become a great gift through which powerful ministry is taking place. His vision and character are delightful and uplifting. It's hard to believe almost 10 years have flown by that I have been able to be a part of this man's life. His love of his people and his country, as bad as they may seem, is beyond explanation. It is a wonder how God moved to cause our paths to cross, but He did, and we did. Hence a ministry was born, a work begun, and a path to follow has been given. At times the road seems dark and lonely, but Robinson has proven faithful even in the loneliest hours. He is a faithful shepherd to the sheep of his pasture, he lays down his life for them in challenging ways, and he has blessed our community is special ways on his visits to the United States.
On some levels it's hard to believe that God can do so much with an orphan boy, but heritage and lineage doesn't much matter to God, what he seeks is a willing and obedient heart. He found both in Robinson. It gives me such joy to be in Rob's presence. He thinks nothing of himself, and does whatever he can to minimize the suffering of his people. Even when it is at his expense. We in ministry here in TC have much to give God thanks for in opening this wonderful opportunity. We will seek hard to continue to further this labor of love on behalf of Robinson, and the host of missionaries who have paved a way before us. I pray we will carry our torch as bravely as this young man demonstrates on a daily basis. Christ counts on us, and gives us bright examples for patterns. Robinson is one of those who's example is pure and without guile. May God bless us that we might bless him. Keep him in your prayers, for such people are targets of the enemy of the soul. While he is quiet and unassuming, that does not exclude him from the dangers of his culture that is still full of very evil practices. May we bombard heaven on his behalf. Blessings.

Eve


One of the amazing cultural nuances that I noticed, and have been reflecting on as I have been looking back at the pictures that we took on the trip is the difference in the way men and woman are viewed in a culture. I still contend that American's are blessed in how we as a society have grown in our understanding of how men and women are equally endowed with rights. In third world cultures there is still an awful repression of women and their rights. By comparison, our culture has grown significantly. But enough of positional definition, and on with the story. Having my family with me was a blessing on several levels but one that was delightful was uncovered in our walks on the city streets. As Robinson and I would be out and walking to do something, life around us was pretty routine. Other than the occasional 'Bonjour', I was just another walking 'man' in the culture. But when Beth or the kids were with us, the tenor of the atmosphere changed. I would watch in amazement as quiet women and children hiding behind the walls of their houses and gates would suddenly burst out with excited chatter and smiles. They bustled to the gates and street edges and rooftops for a glance at, or gentle word shared by my wife and children. I realized that great doors of opportunity await all who are willing to go and minister to this country. Since our return, Robinson has continue to share the stories from men, woman and children alike who received hugs and blessings from my family. It was astounding and very rewarding for Beth and the Kids. I again am so very thankful for the opportunity that this trip afforded my family. I am not the only one changed as a result of this trip, my whole family wears the fruit of our outreach among the downtrodden of St. Marc, and a new appreciation of the blessings we enjoy every day here in America. God knew what He was doing when He created Eve for Adam, Eve accomplishes things us Adam's just simply cannot. I for one am grateful for my Eve, and for the joy we were able to share together in this journey. Blessing once again.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Touch


Communication is a key ingredient to the Haiti culture. It is amazing the skills they embrace that keep them in touch with one another. We in our culture are pushing each other toward independence and isolation. They on the other hand seem to draw toward one another and be able to communicate in unseen ways. Take for instance the nuisance of touch. I noticed that they do not tend well toward affectionate touch, but they use touch as a unique tool and part of their language communication. Simple taps on the arm, or on the leg seem to transmit thoughts and sentiments about a circumstance. What seemed at times like a violent gesture was just a way of delivering a facet of some story or fact to the other person. They are a close culture, even when they suffer disconnect in a relationship with one another, they still work to keep communication open with that person. They work much harder than we do with one another. It gave me pause as I reflected on this. It seems their impoverished society makes up for their lack of food physically by making sure ones soul is fed. It made me stop and wonder how the climate of our overstuffed culture may just be reacting to a different kind of hunger that we seem fixed on ignoring. The hunger for satisfying relationship. My word of advice, don't let us take one another for granted. Friends don't let friends walk away without a fight. Solid and healthy friendships are good medicine for your soul. God never meant for man to live alone. Remember it was His idea to create Eve. Our relationships are never to be a substitute for God, but stepping stones to understanding Him better. God is a relational being, it seems our society is bent on defying that truth, and as such, is deftly carving out our very soul and connection to His creation; the people He has placed around us. I implore you to strip away all tendency's toward isolation, be involved with people, no matter the risk, you will never be sorry. Maybe sorrowful, but never sorry. Blessing til the next post.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Taxi


I made mention in one of my former posts, I believe it was 'Photographs', about crossover words in languages that are about the same, and mean the same. Well, here's one of those words. I heard this word called out a lot while on the streets and alleys of St. Marc. And the response was the same as in the US. A driver, or drivers showed up in force to get your business, and to take you- only you- where you needed to go. You see, when you call for a taxi in Haiti, you don't get a full sized yellow car with a trunk for your luggage. No, you get a 50-75 cc scooter with an added seat on the back. The most remarkable sites are some of those viewed of the riders on the back of a taxi. Take for instance the picture attached to this post. My favorite though is the young school girls or ladies in their dresses sitting sideways on that seat, both legs dangling on the same side of the scooter, just like women used to ride horses in the old days. I don't know how they stay on because they don't hang on. As they sit perched on that seat, their bodies seem to just flow up and down, back and forth as the driver navigates the craggy roads and rock, pedestrians, and vehicles. And to top it all off, to see them sitting there nonchalantly talking on a cell phone. It's unbelievable. Only a woman could do that. It's hilarious. The men faced forward, and held on for dear life! Rob did tell me that there are accidents, and some do fall off, but that doesn't stop the practice. I guess in every culture the woman always seem to find a way to get it done. Got to laugh, it's true! Blessings for now.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Debriefing


Home at last. Hard to believe, our trip is over, but the journey has just begun. What an amazing trip. We left Lansing around 12:00 p.m. today. Stopped for some lunch at Arbys, and tripped on in to TC late this afternoon. We spent much of our time on the road today swapping stories and digesting with the kids the events of the last eight days. So much has happened to us and them. We are rejoicing in the outcome of our visit. It has been a tremendous joy to be able to do such a trip with our kids. As I said before, as a father I could not be more proud. I trust that this time lays close to their hearts, and that it helps to shape their view of life and faith. Both have said they would love to return. And I think based on the outcome of our trip, they will.
We sat with family for a couple of hours tonight over pizza and shared more, we will likely continue to do the same over the next few days. I am already working on plans for my quick visit in the next month or so to get that tent set. The work in St. Marc is set to grow exponentially. Great good and a strong cohesion was established with the people this week. And with Robinson's ordination done, there is a new excitement building with the people. We are so grateful for all your prayers for safety and the support we felt the whole of our time there was tremendous. For those of you who have followed our blog, we are not quite done. I have about fifteen more little posts to get touched off before I will be done. And I will probably post here regarding the next trip in to set up the tent. So, if your interested, keep checking back. I expect to get the other posts up quickly while all is fresh on my mind and heart.
Writing as much as I have proved to be a luxury I didn't think I was going to get, but God must have had other plans. I intend to use this blog as a source of info for the many who have asked to be filled in on the trip. I will probably do a special service at some point as well. For now, it seems time to test out my American pillow, for my weary body seeks rest. Good-night, but not yet good-bye. Blessings and many, many thanks.

Wheelbarrow


Someone made the comment that the Haitians are a lazy people. I am not sure where that comes from. Having worked with Rob and now having been in the country and watched this culture. I must say I believe that is wrong. People here have not had to deal with the desolation and long term loss these people have endured. Plus the level of starvation and brainwashing that has occurred on top of that. The second night we were there a man brought the large generator, probably 150 lbs to the parsonage from the church downtown. Probably took him a good 30-45 minutes, and when he arrived, they settled on a price of $7.00 dollars Haitian. That would be $1.00 dollar American. Before you respond, I must suggest you read the "Streets" post again. Not only did he push that wheelbarrow all that way, he dodged motorcycle taxi's, breathed the dust thrown up by buses and trucks and vehicles, he trudged and sweated through unbearable heat, he pushed his cargo up and down the craggy roads and over rocks and concrete, and through the mud. All while being starving hungry. All for one American dollar. We would have been to the labor board to complain, we would have quit. No, I don't see these people as lazy. Deprived, desolate, and steeped in darkness yes; lazy? I don't believe so. There may be some lazy Haitians, but then I know a few lazy Americans as well, I wouldn't want our culture branded by the lazy few. I am grateful for fresh, clean air. I am grateful for 24 hour electricity, I am thankful for a full belly, I am thankful for heat, and showers, and flushing toilets, for mirrors, and towels, and pillows. I am thankful on so many more levels than I was a week ago. I know that has been a running theme here on my blogs this week, but then as I was checking scripture, I found it was a running theme there as well. Life at best is brief, seize all you can of relationships, be filled with thankfulness, point your eyes heavenward, and give God thanks today! Blessings once again.

TV


We woke up to the surreal distant sound of a phone ringing. Then realized it was mine. Sorry, haven't listened for my phone for a week. My head is throbbing. It was wonderful to stand in a warm shower and feel the grime and sweat of the week fall away. The kids were awake and just laying on the bed. I wanted them to have something to do while they waited for the bathroom themselves. So I suggested the TV. They both looked at me like, Oh, TV? Our kids are deprived by this box. This week they spent most of their waking moments interacting with the people, playing with the children, and have developed long and lasting friendships. As I write, they are looking with boredom at the TV screen. There is no replacement for real life interaction. Be careful about what you do with your kids. They don't need a screen that deprives their minds or abilities. We will be watching even less TV than we used too. This trip affected our perceived need base, it seems I need less of somethings and more now of others.
While I am reflecting, I might also mentioned that having been gone and in Haiti for a week is much better then a couple of days. I remember the kids talking the first day or so, trying to deal with the reality that we couldn't leave for a week. It looked like an eternity last Thursday. But then our systems seemed to be purged of our addiction to the way things are here at home, and we were surprised at how the time went by. We developed connections you just cannot in a day or two visit. My recommendation for future trips will be 6-7 days minimum. Longer is better if you really want to develop an appreciation for a culture and the circumstances of a people. Otherwise you are prone to distortions, and false expectations. Even a week is a very short time when compared to the length and depth of the suffering of this culture. Love to all. God Bless.

Touchdown


The final leg of our journey has commenced. Landed in Detroit at 10:00 p.m. We have made it to a hotel around Lansing. Weary travelers could not find a room. I felt for Joseph and Mary. For a tight economy, everything was sold out tonight. It is now 1:30 in the morning. Everyone is freezing. Last night we were all sweated wet laying on our mattresses waiting for sleep to come and deliver us from our misery. Tonight, the cold envelopes us and we shiver. One difference, I can now control the climate, I am back in America. I have turned up the thermostat. We had our only meal of the day at the Miami airport at a "Chili's" restaurant. Everyone enjoyed it immensely. We might try for some steak tomorrow, we are a little protein deprived! But all in all we did very well. The kids are happy to be in Michigan, but yes Alisa, it is bittersweet. Thank you all for your prayers, we discovered as we talked late into the night last night with Robinson, even more good was accomplished than we had first thought.
Check in with the blog over the next few days as I will be adding some other thoughts. My posts will not be quite as frequent as I engage again in all my State side demands, but I mean to finish some other thoughts I have had. I have held myself accountable and so have your comments. Getting thoughts down has been good for me, and helped me work through aspects of this experience that will change my family, and sharpen our focus of ministry in St. Marc. I look forward to sharing with you for there is much that I have not been able to post, and there are pictures that no amount of words could ever fully describe. I also mean to post some of them when I get 'picture posting' figured out! Good-night to all! Rob sends his love!

Streets


















The streets are crowded, dust and dirt,
Horns blare, vacant eyes stare, hearts hurt.
Shouting, laughing, talking, children walking,
Baskets, water buckets, donkey's braying.

Sewage, garbage, rocks, ruts, and goats
Dog's barking, people bartering, full totes.
Market places, goods for sale, pigs wallow,
Broken trucks, flat tires, it's hard to swallow.

Pungent smells, burning eyes, dirty water,
Smiles, a friendly word, a momentary falter.
A cyclist with one leg, a child that begs,
An old woman sits, many skinny legs.

Is there promise on these city streets,
I wonder and ponder as everything creaks.
The road so rough and ruddy, and maligned,
Speaks of the hardship of sad broken times.

Oh sad country with such solemn sights,
Come back to God who heals such plights.
People laden with poverty's yoke,
Need to know there is heaven's bright hope.

Concrete


Somewhere tonight I plan on finding myself back on a real mattress. We took in Coleman air mattresses to sleep on while at Robinson’s house. It turned out to be a great idea as we slept on the front porch floor because it was just too hot to sleep in the house. The concrete of the house took on heat all day and didn’t cool off very much at night. But there was one exception. The concrete floor stays fairly cool most of the time. And might you guess where the rest of the household slept? That’s right, on the concrete floor. From the first night on I was taken aback. When we arrived the first night the woman were all asleep on the front porch floor. I thought it was just a temporary thing, but alas, I was to be proven wrong. They all sleep on the floor, a blanket or two between them and the concrete. Even Enives, the pregnant mom eight months along, slept on the floor. I don’t know how they do it. I hurt for them. I had Rob keep the mattresses, and he said no problem, he would watch over them until we came the next time. This morning as I walked out and saw him and Naromie sleeping by the other front door on a blanket together, I determined to force my hand a little. I told him if they would please use the mattresses, I would really appreciate it. I told him if they wrecked them, no problem, we would bring more in.
So as you snuggle into that mattress tonight, plush or not, consider those of our CCC family in Haiti laid out on hard concrete or worse, and be thankful. I have seen street people in the United States with more than these people! We don’t often stop to consider that even the least among us have more than a lot of folks from third world countries.
Our dumps would be a gold mine for these people. I watched a man picking through burning rubble of the trash piles this morning, the thin wisps of smoke blowing past him as he sifted through the remains of nothingness hoping to find something meager to either sell, or eat, something that might get him through another day. And I wondered at our waste. May God forgive us, and fill us with new understanding. May He fully disclose to us our wants as distinguished from our needs, and cause us to be cautious about our desires for more. There is no doubt we all need to give more and get less. That in and of itself would be a great new start for our nation. And like I’ve said before, the real fix for our country lies with its people, not a new president, or a bigger government. The truth is the church can affect the world if we will. But that choice is ours. So as I often say to my children, sleep tight, knowing again you are among the blessed! Be thankful as you pull those covers up for the simple comfort of a bed. And if it trouble you about these our friends, donate for a bed! Then you may sleep even better! Blessings always.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Fried Bananas


On our way to Port this morning Rob stopped along the road and slipped into the trees. In a few minutes he came back with a plate of food. It was fried bananas. Miracle of miracles, Krystle loved the stuff. I must say it was really good. I couldn't imagine enjoying such a thing but it was suprisingly tastey. It was a humorous moment for all you who know how Krystle struggles with textures because of her past brain tumor. Even I was a bit squeamish, but it really proved a delightful moment and we were hungry. Perhaps that helped. We are boarded for Detroit, so have to go for now. See everyone soon. Bless all!

Emotions


We are at Port au Prince, back at the airport. Robinson walked us all the way to the passenger area, he was allowed there because he carries a passport and visa. It was nice. Then he bade us a quick good-bye. It's hard to walk away from here. Something within you cries unfair. Why do I get to walk away and they have to stay? He is such a great man, and such a deserving person, yet I go and he stays. Again let me remind you to never take for granted your place in life. You are here for a reason, and whatever your lot, you are no different than anyone else, because places could be switched, and you would be there, and he here. We are blessed, but with blessings come great responsibility. Let us do whatever we can to lighten the load of the suffering, to take our blessings and pass them on. I weep for these people, sadness engulfs me, sin is so deliberate in it's path of destruction. Yet we have the chance to bring God's hope to a people who need our enouragement, love, and support. What a worthy endeavor. I am tired, but a good tired. It is good to pour ones self out in such a fashion. I will be restored, my heart takes courage, and I can hardly wait to return. Blessings.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Au Revoir (Good-bye)


This will be my last post in Haiti for now. Unless something happens we will leave early in the a.m. for Port au Prince. Poor Robinson has made the trip to Port 5 times of the 8 days we have been here. He is a weary lad, fought hard to make this happen. We have done our best. God will have to do the rest. So thankful for all your prayers. It has been a rewarding trip on so many levels, I have no regrets. The tent is something about timing at this point. It was ordered early enough, so there is some reason God has stalled. For one thing, I was hoping the ordination would take place on the new property, but as it played out, it was as it should have been. Robinson's place for ordination was where this work began and in the circumstance where he has so faithfully labored the past 5 years. So all the struggle will bear fruition. God is faithful to do what He has promised. That much has become clear.
Part of our hearts will remain in Haiti. And long I think will be our labor here. So if this is a grand continuation of that vision, so be it. Love to all, will try to post in Miami tomorrow afternoon. We send our love to all and a special shout out to Aunt Donna and Aunt Lyn who have arrived in TC for a short visit. Hope to see you in a couple of days. And Don and Ramona, we continue to carry you on our hearts. So sorry we are not there to help with the burden of the day. But God must have known about this as well. Thanks again to all our followers. Blessings until then!

House


Thought I would try to give you a word picture of Robinson’s house. It’s funny, because his house is now larger than where the church meets. It is a duplex unit that goes from street to street. In other words, instead of being side-by-side units, they are front and back. But each one accesses a street. It really is kind of unique. Rob and Naromie have done a great job of splitting up the large living area to be a kind of dining and living room combined. It’s funny though; there are no chairs at the kitchen table. The culture is not inclined to eat together as such. Matter of fact they kind of eat in isolation. A happenstance I’m sure the result of not enough food to go around. They eat in corners a lot of the time, and the house has a few of those. There are 5 rooms and two hallways. The food preparation is done in the back hallway on the floor. The house is all open air, however there is glass in a couple of the windows. Four rooms have doors, the front room off the living room, which is a bedroom for the women, the front door itself, the main bedroom that is Rob and Naromie’s, and the bathroom. There is not doorstop trim along the edges of the doors, so you can see right into the rooms. It was a little uncomfortable the first couple of times in the bathroom as you can see right into the shower, but they are a respectful people, and privacy while your in the bathroom, even if someone is right outside the door, is not a problem. The furnishings at this point are very simple. There is a seat, love seat and couch, all matching in the living room, albeit used. A TV and a little DVD unit that we sent in a while back. Rob’s computer table and a little cabinet are the rest of what is in the living room area. There are a few things on the wall as well. The dining area has a curtained off space where all the bins are kept. The only other thing in this area is a fold up table that has the dish drainer on it. The main bedroom has a bed, and blue bins used for storage. There is no closet, but they have fastened a wooden bar across one corner of the room and hung a curtain over it to hide the clothes hung behind. It’s simple but looks nice. They also use curtains at a couple of the doorways as well, it allows some privacy, but also give airflow throughout the house when the air is moving, and not so humid that is doesn’t matter if it moves or not! The kitchen has a simple camping stove, a small propane tank, a table for cooking utensils, and a small countertop with an attached cabinet of sorts. There is no sink yet. If there were, I am not sure you could stand the heat to be able to work in there. It is a small confined space, with a very small block window and doesn’t breathe very well. The bathroom is kind of an extension of the back hallway. You could kind of think of the house as an “I” construction in the layout. The big front room that goes from side to side, the main hallway that goes down the middle accessing the main bedroom on the right and the kitchen on the left, and the back hallway that provides an exit to a corridor along side the house and the bathroom to the right. The bathroom has a toilet and shower stall. There is no curtain for the shower. And the floor in the bathroom is tiled. It is simple, but works quite efficiently. The water for the shower and toilet is gravity fed from the rooftop. That tank is filled from a cistern in the front garage area that is filled by the city once a week. The floors are painted concrete, and the walls are a medium yellow. All in all, it works well as a starter home. It is far from elaborate, but far exceeds Robinson’s living conditions to date. I was upstairs at the church Sunday morning and was once again reminded of how dedicated Rob has been, and how frugal he is willing to live to be able to minister to his people, and I must tell you, I am very proud of this young man. We are blessed to be able to minister through such high caliber of character. He is a man truly after God’s heart. The new house is great for entertaining people, the front porch where we have slept the whole time we have been here is wonderful. People are coming and going all the time. We have enjoyed that part immensely. Over all the entire house is about 24’ wide and from the front gate to the back is about 34’. So it is not huge by any stretch, but it is much bigger than the space he had before. I told him if I ever made enough money, someday I would love to build him a house here in St. Marc. We’ll see what God can do. Robinson is a man who will never be at home outside his people and country. To try to get him to live in the U.S. would be a mission that is about as likely to happen as we were in getting the tent this week. Blessings once again.

Can Opener


Just another quick reality check. Naromie just cut herself quite badly. Opening a can with a knife! We were horrified because in our bins that we brought was a brand new can opener. Just a reminder how good we have it and what we again take for granted! Will you please be specific today with me that everything we go to grasp, we give thanks to God for all. Coming to Haiti is a walk back in time, and I must confess, not all of it is good! Some things are appealing but most leaves me shuddering. The good ole days they say, well, how about the hazardous ole days? OSHA would be so overwhelmed here, it would take them years to get all the forms here they would need to start writing their fines and citations. They would be bringing in shiploads, and then some! Ha! They would go on 24 hour shifts, and have to spend on average probably a couple of months at one location, minimum!
Robinson pulls his battery every night, and puts it back in every morning. He has two wrenches in his truck, a 5/8 and a 13mm. The 13mm is close but does not go on the bolt, so he wrestles until it is tight. These people are really good at getting by! We by comparison, travel on a four-lane highway, when you have to struggle a little today, its nothing! You can do this thing called life. You are blessed, and so am I. Philippians 4:8
May God be Praised!

Expectations


I have been working over many aspects of my thought processes. Another thing that I have become convinced of is this. We as Americans have received materially on many levels more than what we are prepared to deal with. All the luxuries and time savers have come with a price that we do not recognize and therefore fail to calculate. Stress, stress, and even more stress! We are borrowing from tomorrow, and making our time pass faster, not realizing that time itself is our most precious commodity. You say; well we know that, there are studies out that have reported this. Yes, I would agree, but with one caveat; we do not seem to understand the implications of the report and part of us does not want to believe it’s so. Want drives us on, and we follow its slimy trail that seems to keep a hold of us like a sticky glue. Last night there was a little scene here at the house over the TV. Robinson stepped in and cleared the problem. The TV was not the problem, it was the attachment to the object itself that was. Here is how Rob described to me what he feels about everything he owns; it all trash. If he losses it all, it is no problem. He does not need it to go on. If the hurricane comes, no problem! It’s sooooo simple. But to do it? That is a whole different thing.
The tentacles of things are sedating, and squeeze the life out of us. We think they are helping us, when in fact they are destroying us, our relationships, and robbing us of our time together. This culture that I have found myself immersed in this week is a culture of relationships, communication like I have never experienced in my life. One is not connected just within your house, but a word spoken draws in a neighbor, or brings news from a crossed town. It is a wonder to behold. It fascinates me. Here you die, but I perceive you do not die alone.
We went to visit a very sick mother last night and she exclaimed to Pastor Robinson that she was dying. But the house was full of people, her son was right there beside her. We are afraid of sickness; these people seem to embrace it. Is it healthy for ones body? I’m not sure, but good for the soul? Now there’s a question! You theologians pick that one apart and let me know what you come up with. I don’t pretend to be so wise as to be able to answer that yet.
Things raise our expectations, and with that our stress. They push our desires to where they are no longer safe, but it is a weird feeding frenzy. It is like junk food for the soul. The problem is we are not really full, what is ‘Jay’s’ chips slogan? ‘You can’t stop eating them.’ Why? Because you never really get full, you nibble, and nibble, but the nutrition is not there. Do without a little TV tonight. Spend time around the fire (the living room, whatever, you get my point) soaking in one another’s company. Tomorrow’s unexpected will arrive soon enough; capitalize on what you have in each other. Therein is the real value in life, which is the real food of our existence. Jesus said the world would know He lived by the way His children “loved one another” but how in the world will the world know if we never spend time actually loving one another.
Expectations? I expect I will be making another trip to Haiti pretty quick, I expect my time here is short, I expect to love more the way Jesus loves, I expect to expect less of this world and more of what really counts. It seems those kinds of expectations will not damage me, but free me to truly live. It’s time to take out the trash! God bless.

Photographs


One of the fun things we have been able to do while here in Haiti is take pictures. The camera seems to be called forth very often. I wear it on my hip when we are out. The crazy thing is, these people love to have their picture taken. And when we show them their picture on the digital display, they go wild. They laugh and carry on in the most hilarious fashion. It’s like you told them the best joke ever. I love to hear them laugh. It seems for a moment they get to leave the misery of their existence, and in that freedom, they really are bright stars. We will have loads of pictures when we come home tomorrow. It should be entertaining for everyone. It seems there are a few English words they all know, and one of them is photograph. Maybe it’s one of those words that is universal in every language. I’ll have to check that out. The question I have been asked most often while here is: “Pastor, photograph?” Robinson told me if I kept at it, it seems I would never be able to move from place to place.
Rob just called on the phone from Port, and said that the container that the tent is in has not been off loaded from the ship. Yikes, 7 days that ship has been in Port and the container has not been taken off. If that happened in America, someone would lose their job. Maybe I don’t understand sea cargo. But they told me it would be off the ship within two days. Robinson has worked really hard to get it done, but they can’t inspect what they cannot see. So I guess I am going to be returning sooner than I wanted. I am not sure of God’s plan, but I know that He has one. I have often considered shipping via ocean because I have heard it is cheaper, the price of the tent included shipping and it seemed fair enough. But you cannot count on it for timing in anyway, shape, or form. So now we will wait for Robinson to get here, maybe run up to the mountain. I need to go back to the property for some last minute calculations and lay some groundwork for a couple of things I will need ready when I return. That trip will have to be a fast one.
I am thankful for the experience this time; we have broadened our understanding of travel for a mission adventure. And the groundwork that needs to be laid to be able to get stuff done when you would bring a group of people. I know many of you have expressed interest in coming to visit and work. I must tell you it is no small feat. But it is fairly safe here, and we are well received. Hanging with the right people is absolutely critical if you don’t know the language and the people. They are very sharp in taking advantage of the unprepared, and the unknowing. But then if you had a starving family at home, and you weren’t a Christian, what might you do? Blessings.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Customs


'O ye of little faith' Jesus said. It seems there is one more chance to get the tent. Robinson did alot of paperwork in Port today and an inspector is to look at the package tomorrow morning. If the price is right and they actually do what they say, we have a driver on standby to go to Port and get the tent, we will take the generator to the property and work tomorrow night to get it set up and hit the road Wednesday a.m. to get back to the States. We will see, I am trying to be hopeful, but I have learned more about this country this week, and they could just as well not show up in the morning. Pray once again. We will see.
Rob and I made a trip around the city tonight and saw the small groups meeting. It is incredible the commitment of these people. Through suffering and sickness and heat and poverty, they sing and pray and lift their voices in praise. May God help us to grow in such healthy ways. While we were out, Beth and Krystle fed the multitudes, I think the final count was 26 tonight! What a time. As I type the house is full with children and adults watching "Racing Stripes" by generator power. As soon as school was out the house filled with people. Its a wonder to behold. Need to run, praying for all, especially Don and Ramona. Blessings until tomorrow. My data on the phone has quit working, so has slowed the blogging a bit.

Posting


The blessing of the pen. I have been contemplating this thought. Writing things down while here in this country has been helpful in dealing with its hardships. The pace is much slower. Time during the day just seems to stop. I am so used to driving and moving and making things happen. And here I sit, and sit, and sit. Or so it seems. Nothing to do, but then I pick up my pen and write. The paper claims all the words I put on it. It starves to receive them, and I feel it’s vacuum. I need not be silenced nor powerless in this country. So I pour out my heart and feeling here between the greedy lines of the ledger. I give voice to my frustrations, musings, blessings, and fill the pages with information that I need never lose to a poor and failing memory.
I hope not to have you suffer boredom with my thoughts, but posting has been very good for me. I feel very inadequate, but you’re comments and the knowledge that a few are following drives me onward. I have noticed errors in spelling and such, but am constrained to fix it while here. I mean to do some repairs State side and leave the posts up for a while before pulling them back to my computer for long term storage and a running diary of this trip, I never want to forget the experiences of this country.
For all its hardness, rough roads, dirt and filth, the love and warmth of its people has been gratifying on a level I have not experienced before. I don’t say that to minimize the experience of home and our church family, and the love of our close friends, this is just different. I have been absorbing the warmth and tenderness of these people in the midst of their harsh circumstances, and marvel at the power of God to strengthen them and cause them to rejoice, even when church starts 1 hour late because of no power. I told them last night if I would have had that difficulty in the States, half of the people would have gone home by the time we started! And because we are on time constraints, the service would have now been only a ½ and hour from being over and the rest would have left. They laughed and got a good chuckle. It is hard for me to get them to laugh, but that must have gotten their funny bone.
The other thing I shared in opening last night was how when Robinson comes to the States he is often very, very cold. I told them we bundle him in layers and layers of clothes to keep him warm, and they found that hilarious. But then I told them I was the same way with their heat, but there was not a way to escape it. That is was HOT in Haiti, and they laughed at my plight! I sweat like a pig here, and if you know me, I don’t sweat easily in the States.
We are sitting here in the living room singing with the leader of the singing groups in the church, (remind me to tell you the story of the shoes) and we have been singing old hymns of the church and he has be singing tenor with us. It’s pretty cool, music seems to hold no language barriers. If you know the song, the tune carries the words. It’s pretty cool. Running for now, need to check on Rob again. Blessings.

Anger


Well it seems customs is going to take a month or two or whatever. I know the American government is broken, but it’s nothing compared to Haiti. Socialized anything is a monster for the people. Oh well, have to roll with the punches on this one, but my American counterparts on this transaction are going to hear it about it. All they had to do was say something. There, I let off some steam! I was upset when Robinson called and gave me the news from Port. To think he went all that way again, spent that money, and they get to say, well this is hard and is going to take time. So much for a government that says it’s for the people. Gas down here is $70.00 Haitian, which translates to almost $9.00 dollars American. You can stop complaining about high gas prices, you haven’t seen anything yet. This government seems to know how to hit this people where it hurts.
But maybe this trip was about something else. This week we have learned much about how to navigate through the time and circumstances of visiting this country. We are much more prepared to be able to bring groups in. It seems we need to get a couple more things accomplished at the property as well, specifically the guardhouse needs to be done and we need the well finished. Who was it that said: “God’s pauses are not without are not without purpose.” Oh, that was me!
Yesterday we made a mistake in our calculations, as we entertained all those that came by, we gave out too many of our drinks. They were in a plastic bag in the cooler. By the time we discovered what had happened, it was after church last night, and was too late to get more. Beth boiled water late and we all lay on our beds waiting for it to cool, we were so thirsty. The kids and Beth fell asleep before it could cool, and I drank mine hot. We didn’t get anything more to drink until 10:00 this morning. We take so much for granted walking to the sink and drawing a simple glass of water. I don’t ever remember being quite so thirsty, but not able to get a drink. It is a very threatening feeling. Yet these people live through that all the time.
It was amazing to here them sing “Count your Blessings” at church yesterday. ‘Name them one by one’ that song says. I have sung that song much over the years, and with great gusto, but never with such clarity as I now have. There is a woman in the attached apartment this morning writhing on the floor in pain, we took her some medicine, and not sure of the outcome. I think she might have appendicitis; we will have to wait for Robinson to get here to see about getting her to a doctor. Beth said she needs to go right now, but there is no ambulance, there is no car. So she must suffer, while we sit rather helpless. Such a hard country.
But even in the midst of that, God’s blessings flow. Here are our bright stars, Robinson and Naromie, ministering to the needs of these people, an extension of our CCC family in Michigan. I want this network to grow; this is a great opportunity that we have in the states to make a difference. If a difference is to be made, it must be done this way; the government is not going to fix this problem. The church will. Robinson made the comment yesterday that if it were not for the Christians, Haiti would already be just a jungle. I agree.
So here’s to counting your blessings! 6 days in this country have cleared my perspective more, and I pray that I will be changed as a pastor in my ministry as well. God bless for now!

Poem


















How bright the sky,
but dim the land,
I watch the impoverished cry,
I want to take them by the hand.

To console the wounded,
To feed the hungry,
To stop the dying

But alas, I prove too small a man,
My arms to weak to hold.
The suffering masses, a saddened band,
They look so tired and old.

Weeping endures for the night they say,
But I’m not sure when the day breaks gray.
Pray for the broken, mend what you can,
For God is much bigger than the problems of man.

May we make a difference
in the place where we're called,
May our hearts and love
Stay forever enthralled.

With the God who made us,
The God who saves,
The God who reigns.

I will carry His hope to the darkness and din,
To bring His light, and let it shine in.
Therein is the hope for which my heart craves,
For he is the one who saves from the grave.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Ordination


This post will be short tonight. The cell data network is blocked for some reason today. Couple of quick notes, Don I did get the text and we are heartbroken for Ramona and her loss. You both are in our prayers.
It was a busy day today, much to do and get accomplished, will hopefully be able to fill in some gaps tomorrow, depending on the data coverage in the A.M. Robinson is headed for Port early to work on getting the tent. That has been a bit of a bummer that he has been gone for two of the seven days we have been here. But we have still been able to get alot done.
Robinson is now ordained. What an awesome service. The people are warming to us faster and faster now. I was not able to connect with them like this my last trip in. Given out many hugs and kisses to the children. They now come running for the touch of the white people. What a joy they are.
They had the feast today, and ladies you would be impressed, for $300.00 American, we bought the food and they cooked up a storm. The meal was passed out in styrofoam takehome cartons. You just would not beleive it. There were many pastors there, and they all received a special meal. It was awesome.
We entertained all afternoon and I spoke again tonight. Beth, Krystle and I sang along with several of their groups. We have got to record the men, they were outstanding. Even though I couldn't understand a word of what they were saying, they can sing! I admonished the people to stand behind Robinson, I didn't tell him what I was going to do, and God laid it on my heart just a couple of hours before the service. But it went well. They have had a couple of issues and I was able to address them directly, and God used it to really shore up Robinson's ministry here in St. Marc. The people took it really well. And I think cleared the air on how we are supporting them and how that will look in the future. This has been a great trip. Just need the tent. So pray, pray, pray. And if you know someone working at Port and can pull some strings, give them a call. Just kidding.
Love to all, and blessings as well. We miss you but are rejoicing in the work God is doing here. Both the kids have said we need to bring the whole church. It would do you good. But in the meantime, I will give you all the details I can.

P.S. Kelly and these boys are a stitch. I have never heard him laugh so much in my life. And they communicate with each other in a language all there own. We bring a little button on a string game for the children, and the boys have gotten bottle caps and turned them into war buttons and try to saw the other persons string. It's a gas, leave it to boys! Good night.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Generator


What a day. Weariness besets us. But it's a good feeling. We had over 100 children for our service this afternoon. It is amazing how they come out of the woodwork all dolled up and ready to go. The craft time has proven to be a bit more complex than first thought, but then again we were not figuring that we would pack the place out every day.
We had a party night here at the house tonight and Robinson borrowed a little generator to do a couple of movies. Several children from the neighborhood showed up and we fed 19 people grilled cheese sandwiches and shared some popcorn. They watched "Nims Island" and "Knights of the South Bronx". We had a few others stop by as I finished my work for Robinson's ordination in the morning. Now the generator is off and so is the power to the city. Rob and I were out walking to the market and picking up a truck from the mechanic. We were walking past a restaurant with music blaring and people chattering, and suddenly it was dark and quiet instantly. It was weird and funny all at the same time. Open for business one minute and closed by the government the next. For all you who think government can fix things, beware! Time for bed, praying for the service back home in the morning. Pray for us in return. A special shout out to all our followers. We are so enjoying your comments. We all huddled together tonight and I read them out loud. Great encouragement and laughs as well. Blessings to all. Goodnight.

Lizard


What a day so far. Ran out of running water halfway through Beth's shower this morning. I already had mine. Hehe! They are trying to get more pumped up to the tank. I'm sure that will be a whole day operation. What a hard country. Yesterday Naromie did our laundry with another woman in the church and it took them all day. I got up this morning and put on my same clothes from yesterday. Ladies, you've got to love your washing machines. Even if you have to go to the laundramat. Unbeleivable. What we take for granted. We will stretch our wardrobe, hoping to ease the burden of their work.
But to return to lizards. We started out moving rocks and leveling dirt at the property this morning. We had just gotten started when a 9" lizard sprang out. When Krystle saw it jumping around she reacted in a very feminine fashion to the delight of our on lookers. A bit later I dug up another one and tried to push him to safety. However one of the guys ahead of me quickly put an end to him. It reminded me again of the difference in our cultures, and I had to chuckle. Life on some levels is not sacred here. A hard country puts out hard people. It does not afford the same luxuries of thought processes. That is where cultural differences show up. But I admire their stamina, and respect their views. Even if it was the end of the poor lizard. Time for lunch. Running again. Love to all.

Bonjour


It is a beautiful morning in Haiti. Behind the walls of Robinson's house looking out and up, it is like just another part of the Carribean. But that wall masks a desperate city, for to step through it's gate is to step into another reality. The city streets, if you could call them that are horrific. The logging trails we traveled on last Saturday on the hayride were like awesome compared to what these are. But to be among the people is such an amazing experience. Not knowing any Creole has been difficult, but they are delighted when you say something at all. So the password is: you guessed it, Bonjour! Or translated means good morning.
I can't beleive the trip is already half over. In some ways it seems time has stood still, but now that we are getting in a groove, things are moving a bit faster. We played with children at the house a lot yesterday while Robinson was away. I even jumped rope with them, they were impressed, as was I. Didn't know these bones still had it in them.
Headed to the property to work in a few minutes. Hope to level the approach to the bathrooms and spruce up where the tent will sit. Looks to be another hot one. It's funny, I keep harrassing them, because they are saying it's hot. I'm like, what? Your Haitian and your hot, what chance do us Michiganders stand. Oh well I guess in all cultures we are prone to complain about the weather. We all share some things in common.
Robinson is here, time to run. Much to do. Keep us in your prayers. Pray for Don and Ramona as well. Times are harsh for them right now. Blessings to all. More later.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Vestibule


Tonight I stood and worshipped with at least 25 people in an area about the size of the church vestibule. As I was watching the faces and and watching them move around I was stunned by the fact nobody complained, they just kept singing, praying, and worshipping. Children stood for two hours! Not crying, just quiet. Of course during worship the kids get their workout! No TV, just energetic worship. And these kids are amazing. I am sick at the reason for their clarity. Starvation, sickness, death. Many without parents, without a home, not much hope but in God. Let us be careful lest God has to strip us so. May it never be. But let us rejoice, let us give thanks, for what we have.
We had rain during the service and it was funny to watch them adapt. The cool air was a welcomed releif while it lasted. It was a breif intermission. Did I mention it was hot down here?
Today was holiday in Haiti. Robinson went clear to Port only to find everything closed. We were bummed especially since we had called yesterday. That is Haiti for you. We are going to work at the property tomorrow. There is work there to do. The church is meeting up there tomorrow so we should be ready for the tent after that. We are hoping to get it Monday. As all will be closed for the weekend. We had a host of children today for the children's service. We made all the crafts we had, 108! You cannot imagine that many children in an 18' x 32' space. In America that simply couldn't happen.
We are getting a quick sandwich before bed. All the mundane tasks we take for granted in the States become a huge undertaking here. So much to say, but time eludes me. And I trying to keep the blogs short because I know in America you don't have time for a book everyday. God bless and have a good night. It is 10:00 p.m. I have noticed there is a discrepancy in the time I am posting and what is shows on the blog. Blessings!

Dragonfly


Thousands of miles from home, different climate, different culture, almost different world, and suddenly a beautiful lime green dragonfly darts into the front porch. He's been here all morning- perhaps the healthiest thing I've seen yet. Guess the bug life thrives even in this striken land. People keep coming to the house sick, hungry, and yet you wouldn't know it by their faces. They are a happy people, their joy comes from their hearts, not their circumstances. Like the darting dragonfly, they dash in and out, and I get to admire the beauty of their spirits, a dazzling display. Robinson does not return here from America for the harshness of the land, but for the joy of these people. We as Americans have much to glean from them! The drive of our materialism has robbed us of our joy. There is nothing wrong with things until they get between God and us. May God forgive us, free us again to fly. Like the beautiful dragonfly, may we rediscover the beauty of being clothed in the joy of the Lord.

Comments


I had such a nice time last night reading your comments to Robinson at the Internet store as I was posting my new blog. He was so delighted to see the pictures of Payton, Alexis, and Emily. I just wanted to thank everyone for your kind and thoughtful words. It is such an encouragement when you feel so far from home.
We had some releif from the heat last night. It got a little cooler and we all rested better. I had a blistering headache for the better part of the day yesterday. We sleep outside at night because the house is just to hot. With no fans you just kind of bake. Did I mention that we are really blessed back home. I think that has kind of been a running theme to my posts. Sorry to be so repetitive, but some things need to be pounded into our sorry way of thinking. We are one of a hardheaded lot you know. We are having a wonderful time with the people. Praying all goes well for Robrob in port this morning. We NEED this tent here now. Blessings to all, have a great day!

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Hydration


What a day. We are so blessed at home. But I must tell you my kids are making me proud. It's at moments like these a dad gets to reflect and wonder how I did what I did and be glad! It is sweltering hot. Let me tell you, this is just Haiti, not Hades, we don't want to go there! We have never drank so much in a day. But thank God we can buy water and Pepsi, although I bought all the Pepsi they had today and am waiting hoping more comes in tomorrow. You just cannot get your hands around how blessed we are in America. I think I will throw a tantrum the next time I complain. Please slap me! And silly at that. We are a bless nation. We may not be for long, but we are now. People just think they have it bad. I have passed so many starving children today I feel my heart will bleed forever. What can we do, but one at a time, we make a difference.
The lady from Gonaives who's husband was killed in Hurricane Ike and who we sent money to buy her clothes and food for her and her son sang in the service tonight. What a blessing she is in her sorrow. What character and calm in such tumult. And while I am mentioning the service, for all you who think you know how to get down, forget it. You don't stand a chance against our CCC family in Haiti! I think I may be a little hearing impaired for the rest of my life as I was in from of the drummers. Pat, it made me thankful for a drummer cage!
Naromie is really sick, we have the medicine here just in time. Pray for her quick recovery. She is a true blessing for Robinson and we love her dearly already. We are all doing well, even without electricity. We discovered late today that we do have running water again. So thankful for even the smallest of blessings! Rob and I are sitting here in a internet service provider. What a trip. What a perspective changer.
He is heading to Port early in the A.M. (4:00-5:00) Pray for a safe trip and that all goes well in customs. We probably won't have the tent til the first of the week, but it's in God's hands. The property is wonderful, and it will be very exciting to have it up and working for our CCC family.
One last thing. We had a children's service at 3:00 p.m. this afternoon. We were a little reluctant that many kid's would not show up. It went for 2 hours and I stopped counting at 60 kids. It was awesome, in many ways! Got to get back to the house, love to all, and be blessed! Well, you already are! Enjoy it for me! Later.

Morning


What a day brings. Morning has broken. The sounds of night have passed. Fighting dogs, people praying, people singing, motorcycles, and mosquitoes hunting blood. And did I say hot? It is 6:00 a.m. And I am out here on the front porch typing a blog on my iPhone. Seems weird to not have electricity, but I can connect to data on my cell phone. The kids are off to school, and Rob has run into town. We are getting around slowly. Kelly and Krystle are still asleep. Naromie is under the weather. The drive up here last night was enlightening. Reminded me all over again how blessed we really are. Robinson did hire a police escort. He does not like Port Au Prince. It is pretty intense there that is for sure.
I am reminded already this morning how good we have it. I watched a few minutes of a program on the plane yesterday and Americans were complaining about healthcare. We don't have a clue. I always want to have a heart for the suffering of others. But what what of suffering if your definition is way to shallow. May God help us. Love to all, God bless you today. And may you rejoice in the abundance of what you enjoy that you don't even realize! Forgive any errors as I am typing this on my phone.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Arrival


We are safely in St. Marc. We had a good day but now are worn out. We felt your prayers. Tonight we have no power, but all is well. Blessings to all.

Airborne

We are in the air finally. The airport transaction this morning went very smooth. All the bins checked through with no problems. Airport security let us pass with no difficulties either. Our largest challenge was that we were dropped off at the opposite end of the terminal from where AA’s desk was. Some kind angel lady came out with a cart at 4:15 in the a.m. and asked if we would like some help? The best $20.00 I ever gave away. It took everything she, Kelly and I could do to get it from one end of the terminal to the other. That was rude after just 3 hours of sleep. What a way to wake up. But once there, all else smoothed out and we were able to get right through. We were in the secure area in less than ½ hour. Now we are in the air and it is a beautiful morning. We just went over Knoxville at 39,000 feet. Our flight is as smooth as glass. We are catching a few winks before Miami. We will have a layover of 4 hours. That should be wonderful. I wonder if I could find a bed?
I will call Robinson from Miami, and hopefully my phone will work to give him a quick heads up when we are ready to leave the terminal at Port Au Prince. I will try to post later when we arrive at St. Marc. We probably won’t get there until supper time. It will depend on how long it takes with customs and traveling conditions. I know there is a bridge out between Port and St. Marc, but Rob said the bypass is short. Just pray the tent gets there on time. God’s time, that is! Blessings to all!

Detroit

We are sitting in the Coffee Beanery at 5:30 all checked in. Not much sleep last night. But were doing okay. Will post more later.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Confessions

Here we are in Detroit. 5 minutes from the Metro Airport. Seven hours to arrival. Another short night! But oh well. What's another late night in the long history of late nights in our culture of 'open 24 hours a day'! We have made it safely here. Another miracle of grace. It's funny how certain circumstances in our lives sharpen our focus and clear our perspective. I have always said don't take tomorrow for granted, but somehow today it has a different ring!
So I named this blog confession. Here's my quandary. How does a 'man of faith' find himself looking into the mirror seeing disbelief. We pray "Lord increase our faith," and then we grumble when He kicks out our supports and says fly! I must confess I am staggered at the way this trip has come together. For me, the timing was wrong, the finances not enough, the circumstances unpredictable (when are they not?!) and I found myself with feeble knees. But tonight I fly. Pray I soar. That we soar together as a family together over the next few days. I know our strength will fail us, we will stare death in the face, fear will fence with us, and yet GOD! He has never left us nor forsaken us, of this I am sure. So Lord let me get the lenses of my faith adjusted and cleaned, may we march in the confidence of the God we love and serve. And may the impact of this seven day adventure blaze a path into glory for souls that have not found you yet. May our arms of faith be strengthen, so that we might long and steadfastly prevail. To crash against the prison walls of hell itself and prevail!! Not in the might of men, but in the mighty power of our God.
This is a great journey, never be sidetracked by the tendency to 'RUT' living, let us live for God and Him alone. The game of life is on, let us prevail for our King.
The bins barely fit in the Suburban. For those of you against SUV's, I'm sorry. I was grateful for our bus tonight! (10 bins, 520lbs.) The price of gas is down well over a dollar a gallon. How amazing is that. You see, even when our timing is off (yes I said OUR timing) God's never is. I think our church family that has worked so hard and long to stand behind this tremendous young man Robinson and our CCC family in Haiti will long rejoice over the accomplishments God will bring to pass through our faithful endeavor. The long hours, the pockets of change, the pop can drive, the yard sales. It all is bearing great fruit. God help us to prevail. I firmly beleive that as we bless these struggling people, we do open God's floodgates to bless us. May God bless you all tonight.
My confession is over, now to conquer my pillow! Good night!

Monday, October 13, 2008

Finishing Touches

There is a light at the end of the tunnel, whoa, it's a train! Just kidding! However, I feel like I've been hit by a train! We are tired, best laid plans of mice and men, 11:16 p.m. and just like the energizer batteries, still going! But 8 of the 10 bins are closed, the carry on's are almost done, we are close. A few things in the A.M. and we will be on the way. Every bin weigh's in at 49- 50 lbs. 50 is the limit to avoid additional cost. We are going to have one over the weight limit and that will cost us an extra $50 bucks. Not too bad for everything we have going in. Pray all bins get there when we do! Our Christmas shipment this year is going to cost the church a whopping $250 dollars. That is so much better than $2000.00. We are incurring the cost of the plane tickets, but we are still doing everything for less than the cost of DHL shipping. This may well be the way to get our goods in from now on!
We have had some tense moments, but I am proud of the girls, without them this would not have happened. Many hours, many bags, lots of loving went into the packing. Someday when I take the rest of you in, you will understand. It is a work of art, and nothing less! But we are blessed to be able to do it. I hope our church family never forgets what blessings we have surrounding us. As Don's daughter-in-law is clearly spelling out for us, we really have no room to complain. She is a great blogger by the way. If you haven't been following their blog, you should give it a look at www.jasonandann.blogspot.com/.
We are trying to leave town at around 1:00 p.m. tomorrow. It's great to have the price of gas dropping. Every penny counts. Thank you so much again for your prayers. We are so conscious of your prayers and support, we know we are not doing this alone. It is such a wonderful inspiration having the power of your prayers putting wind beneath our wings. We are anticipating a marvelous week in Haiti. Even in this struggling country we expect to see and feel the Glory of God as He goes before us to perform the wonders of His will. Blessings to all!

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Pack, Pack, Pack

Will it never end? One great thing about heaven will be no changing clothes. One outfit only! Everything we need for a week must fit in our carry-on. The bins are full of all the supplies for our CCC family for a few more months. Craft supplies, medicine, toys, treats, clothes, shoes, food, equipment, everything but the kitchen sink, literally! It looks like we will have 10 bins to navigate through customs. We have spent the evening shuffling, weighing, re-shuffling. Each bin must weigh under 50 lbs. We are getting close, beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Few more supplies to get tomorrow, finish a couple of jobs, and that will be it until we return.
We are tired, but God continues to help us with the task at hand. We are set to hit the hay for today. Had a great church service this morning, and much accomplished this afternoon and evening. Even when we have been so sore from Octaball at the CCC fall festival yesterday. Krystle is still walking like a grandma! (What a great game, everyone enjoyed it so much.)
Robinson is so happy we are coming. We talked to him a couple of times today to finalize more arrangements. They are so ready for us to be there. We are praying this is now the first of many trips to serve our CCC family. Someone mentioned to me they would like to see a spring break trip. Having a base of operations on the property now will open up alot more opportunities for more people to travel and serve. And I am excited about that!
Bedtime is upon me, weariness besets my frame. So off to bed I go. Tomorrow will be here on swift wings. Thanks for following our blog. Good night!

Friday, October 10, 2008

Tent

Update on the tent delivery. Spoke to the shipping company this afternoon and the ship left today, two days late. They are working on expediting the process once in Port Au Prince. We should have the paperwork via email, bill of lading and necessary pickup information for expedited delivery on Monday. Robinson is making a call to Emmargolda, the port warehouse handling the tent when it arrives in Port. Hopefully we could have the tent by Friday or Saturday at the latest. This would still be passable because there is preparatory work that will need to be done at the property for the installation of the tent.
I mention this because this is a prayer matter for you to be praying about through this week even when we leave. God will have to intervene. The Haitian government is not the most efficient, but then again what government is? We need the port customs agent to give us a break, and not cost us a lot of money, so be praying in earnest.
It looks like Pastor Doyle will be speaking Sunday morning to the CCC Haiti congregation and doing a ordination service Sunday afternoon. Beth will be teaching children's classes along with other instruction on the 'Hand Bells' and 'Flannel Graphs' we sent it a year or two ago. There are many little tasks we need to accomplish as well, so be praying for strengh and safety as we work and minister.
That's all for now. God bless and thank you for your prayers.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Getting Ready

Greetings all. I have started a blogspot that I will attempt to update every other day or so. If it turns out I have the luxury and time, I will try to update every day, but on such a short trip this may not be feasible. We just got off the phone with Robinson and he is very excited about our arrival. There is still much to do, and time is running thin. Pray that all comes together in the few days we have left.
We have eight bins of supplies ready, including our CCC Christmas list of goods. I am checking on the tent tomorrow. Beth and Krystle are packing our personal effects and we only have our backpacks to put it in. Pray it all fits!
God has provided much in order for this trip to come together. I continue to marvel at His great faithfulness. We are surrounded by so many great and wonderful people and we are grateful for all you have done in making this ministry in Haiti possible. We look forward to a great week in this struggling country, and God doing great things for our CCC family there. We are certain we will have wonderful things to share upon our return. God bless you all, and thanks for sharing this journey with us.