I thank God, because he can now, show me clearly which way I should walk in.

I have been borned in a Christian family; the father of my mother (my grand father) is 94 years old is still alive. He was a pastor.

My parents raised me in the church since I was very little boy, I used to hear message every time I go to church. I used to go very often, but I did not really able to imagine why am I go to church every time?

It did not take me a lot time so little I have became a drummer in the church which I have raised.

I was about 10 years old, I can play very well the drum and the church consider me like the principal person to play the drum, about 3 years later I am able to play the bass guitar, in one year about I am able to play the accompaniment guitar I am growing in the church nice song only interest me I like play nice music but I did not care about the words in songs.

Some time when there is revivals some messages used to touch my heart very deep and I think in my self, people know me, I have been raised in church and why that now I am going to accept Jesus Christ( that was what I thought).

I don’t go any where even if that disturb me for many days but I resist with that.

Finally when I was 19 years old, I was in Rhetho I had a year left to finish with my classic studies. I had so many dreams about what I would like to study, how will I get into University? So worry about my future because I realized my parents could not help me with the University because they really can’t do that.

But some thing I realized, God always provide for me in all my needing time since 2005 to 2008 a friend name Douglas and Haiti’s Hope personally Dr.Helene paid the school fees for me and several of my little brothers he helped us in different thing.

Those things urged me to think. Following what those people are doing such great and good thing for my family because we are different nationality, we are speaking different language and I though we where totally different but through that God help me understand him, through those friends.

I am very glad now, God gives me the opportunity to know how wonderful he is, to understand how vast his love for me is? And I realize also that he is a faithful God.

That is why today I live without fear of tomorrow, because if a day I did not used to think with him and he used to think with me every day , Now, I know so many things about his kingdom and he let me know that he is by my side to take care of me and my family.

Dear Sister, this is just an essay, my English is not enough to translate exactly my ideas but I hope you understand the main ideas. If you do not understand some thing you can let me know or if you see some thing that need to correct you can do that for your brother. I speak more French than English and I might try to find software that can help me translate from French to English.

Speak and write English like you a day is a dream sister .And if I find the opportunity to be in the States I will try to have some English class so that I might be better in English. I also would like to be an interpreter.

(DAY SEVEN)

We woke up bright and early for our last day in Mol. We had one more opportunity to have a clinic in Carinage. We ate breakfast and set out. The men went to finish putting the roof on Pastor Wilno’s church.

We arrived in Carinage and set the clinic up once again. The people of the village seemed more uneasy this day. They seemed more tense, as if they knew this was their last chance to receive anything from us.

We prayed together and then started seeing patients. The day went pretty smoothly until the very end. Between the twon of us, Helene and I saw about 50 people. When it was time to pack up and go home, we started handing out what little was left. The people got more and more restless. One young man became loud and unruly, demanding things we didn’t have to give. We quickly had the Haitian men with us take him off to the side to calm him down before he insited a riot. I was quite anxious to be finished on on my way. The restlessness of the town was getting unnerving.

We managed to finish up and hand out all that was left in a fairly peaceful manner. We packed up and climbed aboard the big truck and headed back to Mol. I was relieved to say goodbye to Carinage.

When we got back to Mol, we made our way to the church to see the finished roof. On the way, I witnessed a rooster chasing a crab down the street. It was the funniest thing! Who knew  rooster could run so fast? It was beautiful! Pastor Wilno was beeming from ear to ear. He had such a look of pride and happiness on his face because he had a whole church! The children by the church followed us around to get their photos taken.

After we finished seeing the church, we walked to Bebytho’s house to meet his family. His mom and dad are lovely people. We also met his brothers. We were so blessed to meet them.

That evening, we went to the school to watch the GodMan film and to perform a drama. Helene gave her testimony to the kids. They very much appreciated her honesty.

We went back to Janet’s house and settled down for the night. The clock on the wall said it was 1.

(END DAY SEVEN)

( DAY SIX )
Waking up in Mol was similar to Creve. The roosters were just as abundant. The difference was the scenery. I was able to walk out onto the terrace and watch the sunrise! Oh how beautiful. I could see the shadows of the men heading out to fish for the day, some singing songs as they went.

As the sun was rising, we met for devotions. Afterward we had breakfast. After breakfast we got the drugs ready for the clinic that day. We prepackaged all the medicines we had so we would be able to distribute them more quickly and effectively. We ended up with hundreds of bags of medicines.

At 9am, we loaded the truck with everything for the clinic. We held the clinic about a mile outside of town, in a village called Carinage . This time I saw patients because we didn’t have any other medical people. This was the first time in 15 years I assessed a patient in this manner.

The people of Carinage were in a much more desperate state than those in Creve. This village was terribly poor, with people only eating every couple of days.  We set up in a tiny one room house. Between Helene and I, we saw about 50 people that first day. Paul tried to entertain the kids with balloons, but was soon mobbed by the crowd of children. We gave out as many things as we had, toothbrushes, combs, bandaids. The people wanted stuff, anything we had. There was such desperation in the air. I was very glad we had able Haitian men with us to control the crowd. Carinage is at the heart of voodoo worship in this area, however, Ron was able to lead several people to the Lord. God is faithful to save!

Despite their malnutrition, the people of Carinage are in fairly good health. The complaints were headache, heartburn, and overall aches and pains. We sent one man to another clinic for further treatment for a heart condition. There was no high blood pressure as seen in Creve, probably because the local diet consists of fish more than anything.

We spent about 6 hours in Carinage before we packed up for the day. As we were leaving, we passed out what little food and water we had left and said goodbye. We went back to Janet’s and relaxed until dinner time. The clock on the wall read 1 o’clock.

Before dinner, we walked around the town. There is a marching band in Mol. They were practicing and we went to watch them. Helene made the mistake of taking a photo without asking permission and the conductor of the band got somewhat angry. She apologized and deleted the photo. This was the first time we encountered any sort of negative reaction to our presence. Helene explained that some people see us taking photos and think we are just trying to exploit them, their circumstances.

We had Thanksgiving together in Haiti. Janet told us how she explained to the people in Mol how we had come to spend Thanksgiving with them, how Thanksgiving is a very important American holiday, but we considered the hatian people to be more important. She prepared for us a tradtional Thanksgiving meal with all the trimmings. It was wonderful! We even had part of our meal by lantern because the generator wasn’t quite working.

After dinner, we sat around talking for a bit more before heading to bed. It was the best Thanksgiving I ever had!

( END DAY SIX )

( DAY FIVE )
As had become the routine, I started to wake up with the roosters. As soon as I could see the first rays of dawn, I got up to sit outside, pray, and read my Bible. This was our last morning in Creve.

After breakfast, Kathy took a little ride on a donkey and then a few of us set out to visit a family up on the mountain. We walked down the mountain and up the mountain and around the bend. We stopped to greet families we met on the way. We gave candy and little toys to the children. We arrived at our destination after 20 minutes. We visited with the family of a boy Helene sponsors. There are 5 small children and their mom living in one small building. Some of the children belong to the eldest girl who died of AIDS. They were half dressed in tattered clothes. They were very happy to see Helene. We prayed for them and said goodbye and made our way back to MEBI. The trek back was more difficult for those of us who aren’t physically fit. The mountain roads are quite steep.

When we got back, we had lunch and went to church where the orphans were gathered together to hear our presentation of the Gospel. Every child raised his hand when asked if he wanted to receive Christ! It was an awesome experience. After our presentation, the orphans sang a song for us. We then said our goodbyes. I was so sad to leave them and I cried. The boys and girls were visibly sad, but no child shed any tears. They do not cry.

We next went to see the finished roof that the guys put on the home of an elderly woman. We went back to the mission and said goodbye to all those folks, climbed into the giant army truck, and prepared to take the 2 hour ride to Mol St Nicolas.

We stopped in Bombard on the way to drop the man whose tumor we drained on Monday. He was still feeling quite ill and the tumor was filling up with fluid again. The guys also had supplies to drop off for some missionaries in that town. We were able to visit and pray for the man we had dropped off on Tuesday. He was feeling better since he had a catheter to drain his bladder. We also prayed for a young girl in the next bed at her mother’s request.

We all climbed back into the truck and settled in for the rest of the trip to Mol. We sang worship songs along the way. There were no more mountains to climb and descend. There was just one long steady descent to Mol. It is by the sea. They say if you climb to the top of the mountain around Mol, you can see Cuba on a clear day.
When we finally arrived in Mol, the sun had set. Janet welcomed us to her home. It is quite large and has the luxury of cold running water and flushing toilets! She also has a gas stove. We moved one step closer to modern society. There is also a cell tower right on the hill for perfect cell phone reception. We unloaded the truck and settled in for the night. The clock on the wall said it was 1 o’clock.We were shown to a very nice sized room to sleep in. We each picked out a bed. We visited with Janet for a little while and then said goodnight.

( END DAY FIVE)

( DAY FOUR )
At 3am, the roosters began their wake up serenade. I drifted in and out of sleep. When I woke again, I could hear singing. Kathy got out of bed. I thought she was headed to the bathroom. She never came back. I lay in bed until I could see the first rays of dawn. The singing stopped. Kathy came back and told me that there was a 4am prayer meeting. She stayed outside and listened.

As soon as there was enough light to see, I got up and got ready for the day. I made my way outside to pray and read my Bible. Soon there were people setting up their home made crafts. There was someone waiting everyday hoping we would buy their goods.

We met for devotions at 7:30am. Paul accidentally took his sleeping pill for breakfast. He ended up leading an awesome devotion through the power of the Holy Spirit. I confess that I struggled with a spirit of severe impatience that morning that left me feeling very sad. I prayed for forgiveness and moved on from there.

After breakfast, I went for a walk. There were many animals out that day, donkeys, goats, sheep. It was market day. We got together for another day of clinic while the men went to finish putting a roof on a woman’s home.

We only ran the clinic for half the day. An elderly man arrived at the clinic on the back of a donkey. He was weak and in terrible pain. Helene looked at him and discovered he has metastatic cancer in his bladder or prostate. She gave him some Tylenol with codeine and we immediately prayed for him. He is a Christian, praise God. She spent time trying to make arrangements for him to go to the hospital in Bombard.

At almost the same time, a woman was brought in by wheelbarrow by her son. She lost her ability to walk over two years. She was weak, thin, and had pain all over. Helene tried to tell her it was probably HIV. She wouldn’t hear it. She insisted she had a demon in her belly. Helene wanted her to go to the hospital along with the elderly gentleman, but her family had no means to provide food so she couldn’t go.

At around 1pm, we finished up the clinic. Since Helene was unable to find anyone to transport the elderly gentleman, she decided we would take him ourselves. We put him into the back of the trooper along with his wife and son. We said a prayer and we were off. I volunteered to drive. We had to go up and down the mountains around 4 times to get to bombard.

All along the road, the people would come to see who was driving by, the little children yelling, “Blan! Blan! Blan!”, which means white. They would then stare at us in amazement because a woman was driving. Women in Haiti don’t drive. It was very amusing.

We arrived in Bombard after an hour. The hospital at Bombard is quite nice. Helene found the doctor and gave him report and we tucked our patient into bed. We waited outside as Helene spent more time with the doctor. On our way back, she told us how she shared the Gospel with him!

As we headed out of town, we went by the house of Boss Pierre, the brother of Madame Harris. We stopped in for a minute and then picked up another family who were headed to Creve. It is not unusual to offer rides to people going your way. We made our way slowly back to Creve, the only trouble getting up one of the steep hills. The trooper kept stalling and had to be anchored by rocks. After 3 tries, the engine kept going. We made our way home without any other trouble.

We spent the rest of the day giving thanks to our awesome God. We shared a meal and then had a little party for the orphans. I gave my watch to a boy named Liswa and I gave my orange high lighter to a boy named Oben. I gave my heart to all of them. I bought several baskets and a table cloth from the folks selling things.

In the evening, we performed a drama and showed movies again. We had a wonderfully productive day! I fell into bed more content than the day before.

( END DAY FOUR )

How Long, O Lord?

Powerful video from Haiti after the hurricanes.

Please pray for the Haitian people.

To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.

1 How long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever?
How long will you hide your face from me?
2 How long must I take counsel in my soul
and have sorrow in my heart all the day?
How long shall my enemy be exalted over me?

3 Consider and answer me, O Lord my God;
light up my eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death,
4 lest my enemy say, “I have prevailed over him,”
lest my foes rejoice because I am shaken.

5 But I have trusted in your steadfast love;
my heart shall rejoice in your salvation.
6 I will sing to the Lord,
because he has dealt bountifully with me.