Community
Yesterday, we hiked to the waterfall. About halfway into town, I heard a familiar voice calling my name. I looked over and it was John. He walked all the way there and back with us just because. That kid has such a great heart and an incredible sense of protection for a 12 year old.
Today, we traveled to quite a few places. We stopped by House of Hope. It was so great to see how much some of the kids have grown since just January. There was one tiny girl who my mom held the whole time (see January post) and now, she is healthy, running and playing like any child should. From there, we stopped by the mission's high school in Port de Paix. It was neat to see how much the school had grown and how much the students wanted to learn. The principal has such a huge responsibility and he tries to insure the best education possible. He asked that we join in praying that computers would be provided for the school. The government has asked that the school teach computer classes, so we are praying and knowing that God will provide those needs.
From the school, we traveled further into the city to go to the prison. The prison is a ministry that Melonnie has facilitated. She asked each of us to share with one cell a short devotion. I shared Lamentations 3:22-25. For me, that passage is such a great reminder of God's compassion, his mercy, and his faithfulness. It's a good reminder throughout all seasons of life. The prisoners were so excited by our merely sharing some passages, nothing super deep. It struck me that so often, we loose our hunger for the word. We don't realize the depth and necessity of the word in our lives. We visited the brothel from there, which currently has no girls working there (huge praise to God for that). The man who owns it has taken in street boys and converted it to an orphanage, oh the way God can change our hearts.
At 4pm each weekday, the mission has a program called Meals on Heels. It delivers food to elderly who cannot make it to the mission to get their food. Normally, there are a few teenage boys whose job it is to deliver food. But today, there was a girl, actually one of my friends. I was thoroughly confused by why she was doing their job. She said her brother, one of the boys, had to take his son to the hospital so she was doing his job for the day. That just struck me. I probably would not go to work for my sister one day. We enjoy that ability to see a doctor when needed and not worry too much about missing some work. She came to work from her brother because he needs to support his family, he has to provide. I love that about Haitians. They have a sense of community that we really don't understand. Our churches lack community and don't really do life together. We don't actually share our burdens with each other.
We are traveling to Tortuga tomorrow to participate in sports camp for the kids.
Today, we traveled to quite a few places. We stopped by House of Hope. It was so great to see how much some of the kids have grown since just January. There was one tiny girl who my mom held the whole time (see January post) and now, she is healthy, running and playing like any child should. From there, we stopped by the mission's high school in Port de Paix. It was neat to see how much the school had grown and how much the students wanted to learn. The principal has such a huge responsibility and he tries to insure the best education possible. He asked that we join in praying that computers would be provided for the school. The government has asked that the school teach computer classes, so we are praying and knowing that God will provide those needs.
From the school, we traveled further into the city to go to the prison. The prison is a ministry that Melonnie has facilitated. She asked each of us to share with one cell a short devotion. I shared Lamentations 3:22-25. For me, that passage is such a great reminder of God's compassion, his mercy, and his faithfulness. It's a good reminder throughout all seasons of life. The prisoners were so excited by our merely sharing some passages, nothing super deep. It struck me that so often, we loose our hunger for the word. We don't realize the depth and necessity of the word in our lives. We visited the brothel from there, which currently has no girls working there (huge praise to God for that). The man who owns it has taken in street boys and converted it to an orphanage, oh the way God can change our hearts.
At 4pm each weekday, the mission has a program called Meals on Heels. It delivers food to elderly who cannot make it to the mission to get their food. Normally, there are a few teenage boys whose job it is to deliver food. But today, there was a girl, actually one of my friends. I was thoroughly confused by why she was doing their job. She said her brother, one of the boys, had to take his son to the hospital so she was doing his job for the day. That just struck me. I probably would not go to work for my sister one day. We enjoy that ability to see a doctor when needed and not worry too much about missing some work. She came to work from her brother because he needs to support his family, he has to provide. I love that about Haitians. They have a sense of community that we really don't understand. Our churches lack community and don't really do life together. We don't actually share our burdens with each other.
We are traveling to Tortuga tomorrow to participate in sports camp for the kids.
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