Day Three

I’m settling into this Haiti thing. The people here are so spiritually rich that it makes me feel ashamed. I’ll outline our day after a short story.
There is a little boy, under 10 yrs old, and he is poor…I know what your thinking What Haitian isn’t? Well some are far worse off than others, this little boys family lacks wood or charcoal to cook with. He was at the compound this evening and he saw a soccer ball that a member of the Canadian team brought, and promised to another kid. His face lit up because he doesn’t own a ball at all. We aren’t supposed to give hand outs, we have to make them work for their toys, shoes ect, but I couldn’t resist, so I grabbed a decent ball Karla and I brought down. It was nice and in Brazil colors, Haiti’s favorite soccer team. I asked if he would like this one, and I swear it was like we gave him a new car, he was grinning from ear to ear he was so excited he bum rushed me, and layed a huge hug on me…he wouldn’t let go. I went to my room and grabbed a ball pump and a soccer bag because he had nothing to carry it with.  This is the kid who will give away his stuff to others that he feels is worse off than himself. I made him promise he would not give the ball away, I told him he deserved it.

Our day began like the previous ones, roosters crowing at dawn. We went in to town for diesel birght and early. We gave a man a ride to the next town over, and we heard Haitians yelling, “Blanc, Tap Tap” meaning wite taxi. They’ve never seen a white taxi driver. We fitted a couple families of boys that work on the compound for shoes. We thought we were in for about 25 pairs, but we were overcome and ended up fitting over 100. We will deliver them Saturday or Sunday. We met so many awesome kids, one little girl was filthy, and we gave her some water, she chugged the ice water and wouldn’t let go–she was about 1 yrs old, and downed a 20 ounce bottle of water, who knows how long it has been since she drank, or ate. Most
Haitians eat once a day if they are lucky. We wiped the girl off with bug spray wipes because bugs were in her ears, and eyes.

We feel bad because we have to draw the line with the shoes but the need is so much greater than the supply. I have a video of a little 2 yr old boy, completely naked and fithly playing with our mission hosts son. Children don’t see the obstacles that we see, they just see people like God. I met a boy 21, Marcus, he is a very intelligent kid. He told me he loves Jesus and would dioe without hesitation for him. Can you imagine a kid with his circumstances still having faith enough to say that?

I fell in love today with Sachu, she was born after the earthquake, she reached for me and only wanted me for awhile, I held her so tight and she eventually curled up and fell asleep, I help her for what seemesd like forever. She is gorgous and if I could have she would be coming home. I’ve met so many people that have changed my life. I know I will miss them when I’m gone..
The beach tomorrow, I’m excited, even God took one day off.


One Response to “Day Three”

  • Don Stamler

    Wow, what an amazing story! Jen and I were reading and remarking we’d probably be coming home with dozens of Haitian brothers and sisters for Madison if we were there! I keep coming back to Paul’s description of the armor of God in Ephesians 6 when I read this – “and your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace”. It’s the meeting of the simple physical need of shoes that will prepare their hearts to receive God’s word. Sounds like many of them are already so strong in faith and love of the Lord too! Not to mention the changes I see happening in you as I read your posts. Praise God for faithful servants answering the call as you both have! Enjoy your day at the beach, bro!

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