Plantains and Prayers (Haiti part II)

Big fish, little fish, plantains, avocado, bananas, brooms and toothpaste... huh? That's what strolls past the balcony in the mornings on the road below. Women balance boxes and bowls full of anything you might need. Donkeys stroll by two by two, laden with burlap bags full of charcoal on their backs. Sailboats glide by at the end of the road where it opens into the deep blue Caribbean.

For the most part, days have been very easy-going. I wake up early when it's too hot to sleep and we all wait for breakfast to come up from the kitchen below. Usually bread, rice and eggs. I follow Daniel's lead and mix in avocado with mine. After breakfast it's a slow transition into devotions and the rest of the day. We spent some time picking up trash on the street around the orphanage. Once it's piled up ready to be burned, neighbors brought their trash there as well instead of discarding it on the street. Daniel and Nick went out early to work and within a couple of hours three local boys were helping them as well. That was really encouraging to watch, every time I looked up from my journal another boy was dumping the wheelbarrow or donning gloves and picking up trash.

The afternoons have been spent praying with members of the community. I found it encouraging that everyone we prayed for said something about their spiritual condition-either help in resisting temptation or growing closer to God. It wasn't only prayers to heal the sick, feed the children and do well in school. I found that very encouraging.

The kids are great. Rocheny walks around with a quiet happiness and Andrew shuffles with his shoulders back and his tummy sticking out, sucking on his bottom lip. Sabrina entertains herself pretty well, she gets into everything and goes from person to person at dinner time trying to mooch a little off of everyone. She's hilarious when she gets in trouble. She pokes her lip out and huffs and puffs. Wally is always loud and smiling. He's the one dancing in front of everyone while they're watching a movie competing for their attention. Anabelle is always on someone's lap and when she's not, she's whimpering or standing there with an expression like she's scared to death. The other baby is Rose. She came to the orphanage near death and a month later looked like a happy, healthy baby. Her mom had died and her father would leave her alone on the bed at home with a few crackers... and she was under a year old! There's no doubt that coming to the orphanage has saved her life.

Soulange is the matriarch of the orphanage. She's fifty years old but could pass for much younger although she has earned some gray hairs. She lives a couple blocks away and wants to move the orphanage to her home so they wouldn't have to pay rent. It would also be nice since many times Soulange leaves the orphanage at 12:30am and is back at 3:00am to work all day. Her heart stays with those kids-she gives her entire paycheck back to the orphanage. She's a strong woman, she stands out when she walks down the street. I bet she was a knockout when she was younger.

Mellowsine is another girl who works at the orphanage. She's pretty and has perfect teeth, making for a very pretty smile. I liked her because she helped me with learning Creole. I would ask how she was in Creole and she would continue the dialogue when most people would laugh at my silly attempts to speak their language. Gepson (Soulange's son) has been coming over every evening to play the guitar and lead songs before our devotions at night. When he doesn't have a guitar or basketball in his hand he's usually holding Annabelle. He was very fun to hang out with.

Under Lashbrook Ministries there is the orphanage, boys home and school. I believe it's the only free school in Haiti and at recent competency tests, its students scored the highest out of every school in the country. We visited the school to pray over the students, the teachers and the building itself. Girls with red ribbons and bows in their hair sit next to boys wearing red and white checkered shirts. They watched us with curious eyes as we walked by their classrooms.

There are 24 boys at the boys home. Once they outgrow the orphanage they move down the street near the church. On Friday we cooked a big spaghetti dinner for them and bought them each a soda. After dinner we talked them about what was going on in their lives and at school. Then we had prayer for them as well.

There is a strong U.N. presence in the cities and along the coastline. I kept wondering why they were there and what they did. I got my answer as soon as I arrived home. Tropical storm Noel had flooded Port-a-Prince and other parts of Haiti under eight feet of water. According to news reports, U.N. troops rescued 8,000 from the floods. At first I felt bad for leaving, I wanted to stay for the storm so I could help out. Then I questioned myself. What made me think I could help and not be just another person trapped in the floodwater that needed saving? Fortunately, Port-a-Paix is protected from tropical storms and hurricanes by the mountains to the south and the island of Tortuga to the north.

Haiti is a beautiful country with wonderful people. But it could be so much more. Government oppression, greed and corruption keep the vast majority of foreign aid that comes into the country. Women are treated poorly and usually kept from obtaining an education to stay at home and do chores. Christian churches are only recently standing up and opposing voodoo practices in the country. It's people like Pastor Andy, Soulange and others who work at the orphanage who give me hope for current and future generations. Thank God for them.

Thanks to Nick Edens for taking pictures: http://nickedens.aminus3.com/