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Haiti – Day 2

Today we travel into Haiti, Lord willing. Another excellent meal was prepared for us when we woke up at the STV (Sharing the Vision) house that consisted of scrambled eggs w/cheese and bananas! This morning I am asking God to clearly show Himself to me. As I walk out into the street in front of the house, here’s what catches my eye:
Clear enough?
Buses were rented to carry the team to Dajabon, the border town between D.R. and Haiti. This place is literally hell on earth.
I was told that this was a good day here because market day is Friday and is very risky to come through on that day. Many kids were begging for money or trying to sell something worthless. Something that caught my eye was watching the kids beg for awhile and then stop to play a game or kick a ball to each other. Thank You God that even in this chaos, there is still room for kid to be kid. There is a kid in everyone of us just dying to stop for a minute and be a kid!
Once we gained access to leave the D.R., we crossed into Haiti. I was completely overreacting to the state of Dajabon…this place is hell on earth! A night and day difference.
I was told the D.R. received some UN funding and invested it in tourism and is why the vast difference between the economic stability of these two countries. We pulled up to customs which began a two hour process of gaining access to the country. It seems that since the alleged orphan kidnapping ordeal a couple of months ago, it’s much harder to come in or out and the folks working in customs just want to be sure they are following all procedures and protocols. Jimmy and Janet are some miracle workers for sure!
A short drive and we arrive in Ferrier, the town that will become our home and dear place in our hearts. I’m not so sure World Vision or Compassion International have even heard of this place! Haiti is the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere and Ferrier has to be the most poverty-stricken village in Haiti!
We immediately began meeting village children and adults, playing games and trading stories.
Shortly after arriving in the village, lunch was served. Lunch included red beans & rice, beef and vegetable stew, french fries, and plantains.
After lunch, we went back down to play with the kids.
They love the game of “hand-slap.” Not sure of the proper name, but it’s the game where your opponent places there hands in your hands and you have to try to slap the top of their hand before they can move it away from yours. I must have played this game for hours!
I was being escorted down the street by two young boys when a young man waved from his porch to come see him. When I got there, I found that Ricky could speak pretty good english! He is 23 years old and has two more years of high school left. In a country like Haiti, it takes much longer to finish school because there may be some years that the family is unable to pay for school. Ricky aspires to become a doctor and have his practice in Ferrier! He was very grateful for our kindness and compassion toward the folks in Ferrier. Only later talking with Jimmy did I find out that he will be one of our primary translators for the week!
As the sun began to go down, the kids had us absolutely exhausted. It’s time for supper, which consisted of a porridge of sorts?
I could only handle about two sips. It smells much better than it tastes. Our team discussed our projects for tomorrow and divvied up the projects. I’ll be helping build fence at the new school location and making some water well repairs.
After a nice cold shower I sit here on the balcony reminding myself of the prayer that I will own for the week, “God I invite You to break my heart and to make me cry for the things that make You cry.” Today, God began what I believe will be a week long, and hopefully a lifetime, process of answering this prayer. One young man that I met, Ednei, who could speak very good english, asked if I was Jimmy’s son. I told him no. Then he proceeds to ask me if I was Jackson’s son, the man who is hosting us this week and is director of the World Hunger Relief in Ferrier. I told him no. He asked which one was my father and I told him none of them were. He took a long pause and looked up at me and said, “you can come be in my family then,” believing that I had no father. God I asked you to break my heart, not rip it out of my chest! It was at this moment that I was awakened to the reality of the orphans here and how this 10 year old has a better understanding of James 1:27 and our responsibility as the Church to look after the orphans and widows. He didn’t point me to the nearest orphanage or ask who was my closest living kin, but immediately offered his family to be my family and his home to be my home. I was silenced!
“God may we continue to learn what a great need there is for Your Kingdom to come on earth as it is in heaven. I invite You to break my heart and make me cry for the things that make You cry.”
“Is it not to share your bread with the hungry and bring the homeless poor into your house; when you see the naked, to cover him, and not to hide yourself from your own flesh?” — Isa. 58:7 (ESV)
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