Today was the day we were to head to the mountain house. First I volunteered to help cook breakfast, and would do so for the rest of the trip. Heather gave the devotional at breakfast. She spoke about a couple of Psalms that talk about praising God with everything you have, and to always turn everything back to being about Him.
We then headed about 15 minutes down the road to church at a mission compound that had been established for many years. It was considered a “mega church” and had about 1,000 attendees in an outdoor sanctuary. Nearly the entire service was held in Creole, but many of the songs that were sung were songs that we sing back home. Each song could be heard throughout the congregation being sung in both the native language and English, as there were many mission groups attending the service. It was definitely a moving moment for me. We also partook in the Lord’s Supper. It turns out that a member of our group was able to lead a local man to Christ while this was going on. Long story short, the man asked Micah if he was a Christian when he saw him get up to the bread and juice. Micah said yes and then asked the man about his walk with God. The man knew about God and Jesus but had never been told how to go about accepting Christ as his savior. So Micah took the opportunity to pray with him and take communion with his new brother in Christ. What an AWESOME moment for both of them!
For most of the service I honestly had no clue what was going on, but I KNEW God was there and moving through that place. From what I got during the few times the preacher spoke in English, his message was about figuring out what our mission is, that God’s vision is our vision, to separate ourselves to seek God and find out what this vision is, and then to go out and preach the gospel. It was honestly just what I needed to hear as I am currently in a place in life where I have no clue what the coming year holds for me career wise, let alone what tomorrow holds for me. I pray God gives me peace in this, and that I continue to search for Him in order to find His purpose and vision for my life.
After church we headed back to the guest house to eat lunch and load up our things to o head to the mountain. We had been driving for about 3 miles when we came to the realization that our new driver who was on his first day on the job did not know how to drive a stick shift. He was blowing black smoke out of the back of that truck like crazy, as those in the truck yelled at him to shift gears. He didn’t know a lick of English so you can imagine this scene. Luckily, we ended up pulling over to fill up on gas and got him switched to another car, the car I was in at the time. I had to switch cars in order to allow someone who spoke a little bit of Creole and knew the route to the mountain to ride with him. Man am I grateful for this switch. It didn’t take long for everyone to realize that this guy couldn’t just not drive a manual, he couldn’t drive AT ALL!!!
Now let me tell you a little about driving in Haiti. Rules may exist, but they aren’t followed. There are motorcycles and tap taps everywhere, and passing vehicles that are moving too slowly and honking of horns happen as often as an American driver pushes on the breaks while driving. Needless to say, it is basically real life Mario Kart. Oh watch out for Yoshi on the motorcycle!! There’s bananas in the road!! Look, there goes Luigi in Semi going the wrong way coming at me head on!!! Hopefully you get the picture.
Anyways, this new driver was a bad driver even to Haitian standards. Our driver Duckenson was calling the other drivers saying “this guy is crazy! He is going to kill someone!” He was not only going all over the road, but he was also trying to pass people on the right side of the road, and on sharp turns and curves. Very scary for all of us, especially those in his truck. We finally reached a point where we could stop and sent the man home on a tap tap. We had a problem though…who was going to drive now? We had too many vehicles and not enough Haitian drivers. That’s when Luke saw his dream of driving in Haiti come to fruition. He ended up doing much better than anyone thought, and luckily the remainder of our journey was through smaller towns and we didn’t face a lot of crazy traffic like we typically did.
We finally arrived on the mountain and I was amazed with beauty. I was also thankful that we started our trip in Port Au Prince before we went to the mountain village of Belo. Had we seen Belo first, I feel as if we would have all had a scewed vision of what Haiti is like.
The view from the front porch of Ernie and Sharon’s home was amazing. We were greeted by many local children, who loved to hangout on the tractors at the front of the house. Many of the families in this area lived in simple and primative huts, very different from the cinder block and dusty homes found in the city. I must admit, getting out of the dust, smoke, and fumes was quite the relief for us all. I couldn’t wait to see what the next few days held for us in Belo.