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As I wrote earlier cholera has hit our shores. It has been a difficult day couple of days. This is the first time I have had to sit down and process. I woke up with a knock on my door from Heather on sunday asking if I still had any contact with the USS Iwo Jima. The outbreak was and is continuing to spiral out of control. We have had over 400 patients and 5-10 coming every hour. Before church on sunday I had already carried two dead children one kid that around 6 and another that was 13. I never thought I would have to read a manual on how to dispose of bodies. It is an image that I regret that I have in my life now, but it is a reality. Janeil was sick on sunday and is still fighting it today with a fever. There is so much to do. It works out well because it kept my mind busy. At some points all I could do was just listen to the sound of my flip-flops. Clop clop to keep moving forward. We also had a child in renal failure. We had a helicopter come and get him which was a huge blessing. They also dropped of some medical personal to help us out because we were drowning. We have help on the way tomorrow which is a huge blessing. Please continue to pray for the mission and our staff. They say that the next 3 months will be the worst. Thank you so much for all of your support and love. Our stats for now are over 400 cases and 9 deaths we have also had some deaths on arrival. We really need a huge water filtration system and IV fluids we are going through almost 1000 a day.
Sorry I haven’t been able to update you all in a while as you all know it has been extremely busy. Hurricane Thomas passed by last night. Only by the grace of God we were spared from damages. Unfortunately Thomas is not our biggest issue at the moment. We are the only cholera clinic in the whole northwest at the moment. So we are seeing a multitude of patients everyday. We are starting to overflow. Today we are going to set up a military tent to house more patients. It is an uphill battle that we are fighting. I was over at the clinic last night carrying mats. it look like a clinic you would see in war times. There were people lying sick everywhere. As I walked out a younger man about 24 was crying hysterically worried that he was going to lose his brother. It broke my heart to see such pain in someone’s eyes. There is so much fear in the country now about this disease. As a mission we are doing everything we can to help. Please continue to pray that God will continue to intervene in Haiti. Also pray for the workers as we try to run the normal programs as well as treat everyone who has cholera.
This is my story of my great adventure to the Mole! I had amazing 3 and half hour ride on a dirt bike to the mole. When I got there I helped Jose and Jody put together some furniture that they had shipped in. It was beautiful riding there all alone with God thinking about life and my future ministry. After I recovered from my sore bottom I took off again to Saint Louis. This is where my adventure began. I began my journey with a Haitian named Cas and we got to a city name Jean Rebel and he had problems with his bike. He told me to go on ahead. It was started to get dark so I knew I had to get home. I was flying home it was gorgeous the sun setting and the wind on my bald spots. I was passing the la baie and I was heading down a hill. There was a washed out part of the road and I didn’t see it in time. My front tire hit the small canyon and the bike flipped. It was by the pure grace I’m ok at least mostly. I hit my chin first and then the bike landed on my leg. I just laid their processing what happened and what was wrong. I was scared to death. I realize that most everything was ok. I couldn’t move my leg. I was scared something was broken. A couple Haitian came and helped me. They lifted the bike off my leg and helped me up. My leg was cut and bruised. My hands we bleeding. There where some scraps on my chest and my shirt was ripped. The Haitians grabbed some water and washed the blood off. Then they wiped my clothes down. They asked if I was ok. I said I think so. I got on the bike with a throbbing leg and shaken nerves. The Haitians rode with a while just to see if i was ok. My heart was so touched. I took a moment to realize what had happened and thanked God. then I headed on again. I finally to port de paix. It was really dark and I have no light on my bike, but I needed to get home. I got through port de paix because there was enough light but when I got out of the city I was in darkness. I tried to follow people with light but they were few and far between. I was almost at my limit. i passed La point and an angel came who was a large Haitian. He asked if he could help. i said please he road next to me with his light for both of use all the way to Saint Louis. Then he was gone. I can not express in words the last 2 hours of my trip. It was full of ups and down, but over all ups. God really showed himself in a tangible way last night. I hope this story is a blessing. I’m ok my leg is really sore and bruised, but im fine. I feel like i just played in a football game against auggie.
I have been home for a week now with my beautiful bride to be and I have had some time to think and process. This summer was a world wind of excitement and of sadness. I have been extremely blessed to see God work through our ministry at Northwest Haiti Christian Mission and in my life. I have seen my relationships grow with the missionaries as well as the Haitians. I feel like my family has continued to grow and as I start this process of joining my family with Natasha’s, it will grow even more. I have had my heart broken by death in Haiti over and over again, but I have seen the birth of many new lives in Christ. I am continuing to grow in my faith as well as developing as a missionary. I feel like I’m just starting to get a grasp on being a missionary and I’m trying to understand what it means to be a stranger in two lands. I don’t totally fit in in Haiti and I feel like a foreigner in my own land. Most people don’t understand what what it is like, but the few that do understand will see my heart. People ask me all the time what do you do? ” I’m a missionary in Haiti” I reply. “Oh thats nice” or “It must be hard”. I reply “Yes it is, but I love it” and the conversation ends. This happens day in and day out. It’s even harder sometimes with friends and family. They want to help and they try to understand, but it is so hard to explain. I do not put the blame on others; I have to take responsibility for my own actions. I often avoid talking about the harder topics and the pain of day in and day out activities. It is also so hard to explain the mighty rush of God’s power and Spirit descending on a group of people or even me. I wish I were a writer so I could share with words what is going on in Haiti and in my own life. For now all I can say is GOD IS ENOUGH and PRAISE HIM FROM WHO ALL BLESSING FLOW!
Yesterday was an exciting day and very long. We were supposed to leave at 8 o’clock and travel to Lacome which is about 2.5 hours away from the mission to buy donkeys for the community at La baie. Brandon(New missionary from outside the bowl), John and Laura(the people who funded the donkey project)and I headed to La Baie to pick up ten families and the pastor. We left the mission at 9:00. About a half hour after the trip started we were having trouble with our breaks, so we decided to go to back and get a new truck. We finally got back to the mission, got a new truck, and left again around 10:30.
We made it to La baie and picked up the pastor and the families that were going to get the donkeys. We started to head toward Lacome which is about 30 min from La Baie and as soon as we hit the main road our right front axel broke. So we got out of the truck in the middle of nowhere and sat in the shade to wait. After a little while a scooter came by and we sent the pastor and one of our security guards to look for a truck. We were getting a little worried that there would be no good donkeys left at the market because the market closed around 4 and most of the good donkeys are bought in the morning. However, we knew that God was in control and it was going to work out according to His plan. We got a tap tap and arrived at the market at 3:00. There were about 15 donkeys left but 4 of them were sick. We knew that we had to get at least 10 without paying too much. They alway raise the price when they see Americans. We knew that $128 US was a good price and we ended up getting exactly ten donkeys for less than $115 US each. We even paid $99 US for one! It was an amazing blessing. All the families got a donkey and we prayed over them. This was a great opportunity of fellowship!