Haiti: Day 7

Our last full day in Haiti began with news that sadly reflected on what happens on a daily basis in this country. A young man came up to the house and told Ernie that his sister had just passed away giving birth.  He swallowed his pride and asked for money to help cover the funeral costs.  I can’t even imagine how hard this had to have been for him.  I’m not sure what has come to be from this situation, but it broke my heart. 

Before we left we prayed with many of the local children, and Jean-Claude led up in prayer with Charlie translating.  Hearing what he had to say and his vision and love for him home was very moving and a great note to sadly leave on.  

Today we were to travel back to the Guest House so we could be close to the airport for our flight home the next day.  On the trip back we were to stop at different orphanages and missions to visit with the founders and find out more about the operations that many of them are struggling to keep up. I was tired and got a local red bull like drink called Toro. 

One of the places we stopped was a church and school. To get there we had to follow a tight and windy jungle road.  Pastor Bail is a man who has a vision to one day have an orphanage, but right now he can’t even afford the school and church he operates right now. It costs him $5,000 a year to run the school and pay his teachers.  He is about $3,000 short.  To me, this is something that could easily be covered by if not our church, another group.  He told the story that his very first convert to Christianity was actually a voodoo priest. This new Christian ended up donating his land when he died so pastor Bail could build his church and school. 

We then traveled to Pastor Enoch’s orphanage.  This is the same orphanage that we built beds for and today we traveled back to visit and deliver mattresses for those beds. The view from this place was breathtaking. 

 They also had a beautiful church with a view of the ocean from the pulpit to the door. 

 Pastor Enoch had quite the story about his journey.  This orphanage has been here for 40 years, and was leveled during the earthquake.   Pastor Enoch said that when it happened he was out of town at a meeting and that the kids were having a soccer game.  He said that had he been there, he would’ve been inside the main building and many of the children would’ve been inside with him. This building collapsed.  Since he was not there, every single child and worker was at the soccer field and not a single one was harmed.  GOD IS AMAZING!!! Enoch told of how he had a son in the states and thought that after losing everything that maybe he should just move to the U.S. with his son.  Then a man who he had raised up said, “what would we do without you?”  So he stayed and is currently in the process of rebuilding.  

The children were very excited to get their new beds and mattresses, and I even got to play some hoops with one of the boys named Kinder. 

We saw another worker here that rivaled the feats of the well diggers in the city. This man was making gravel by hand. He sat on top of his pile of gravel with a larger rock in front of him.  He would grab a rock and hammer it into gravel one by one.  He did not have gloves on his hands but rather had socks.  We gave him some work gloves.  

 We got back in the trucks and headed to Port Au Prince to eat pizza at a hotel.  On the way we stopped to buy some mangos and about 10 ladies ran up to the car trying to sell them to us. I also witnessed a man in full spandex roller blading through the city traffic at a very high speed.  Needless to say, this was a first and last.  After pizza we decided to see how many people could fit on two lounge chairs by the pool.  Even Brother Wesley got in on the action.  

 It was a great way to end not only a great day, but a great trip before heading back to Texas. In the end, nothing could’ve prepared me for this trip.  Emotionally, mentally, physically. Nothing.  People have asked me how it was,  what it was like, and it has been so hard to explain because there is nothing to compare it to here in our country or even anywhere near us.  The only way to fully know is if you’ve been to Haiti before, or another 3rd world country.  It breaks my heart to see the suffering these people live through on a daily basis, and how little hope many of them have.  Pray for Haiti. Pray for those over there trying their hardest to help these people in the most effective way.  Helping without hurting them.  Pray for the young men like Duckenson, Jimmy, and Charlie who are trying to change their country in big ways.  Pray for change and hope in the hearts of the Haitians.  They are a beautiful people, living in a beautiful place who need the love, grace, and hope that can only come through Jesus Christ. 


Author: kescott12

College basketball coach, fitness fanatic, Jesus lover, and wanderluster

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