I spent the morning in the mountains praying this morning. It has been so tough lately with all of the decisions about the ministry and moving our family and the aftermath of the quake. I took a moto- local taxi motorcycle- and had the guy take me up to a local spot where people gather to pray. I went with a guy we met years ago when we first started coming to Haiti that has now become a Christian and has been asking me to go for months. With all we have going on, I really needed to go today.
I arrived at the summit of this mountain range and you can see the ocean on three sides. It is so beautiful. I spent the morning crying out to God to help us understand what all we are supposed to be doing and the best way to do it. Basically just asking God to not let me foul up the work He is doing here among the people.
I was given the chance to preach Saturday night in a street revival but it was tough going. My interpreter called about 30 minutes before the service and said he was stuck in PAP and could not get a tap tap to Montrouis. So I started looking for someone to interpret. I have preached a couple of times in Creole but I am still not fluent enough to really make illustrations and stuff so I still like using an interpreter. But that is not always good either. I preached two weeks ago and the sermon topic was on being desperate for God. After the service the interpreter asked me what desperate meant... I knew the people probably missed a thing or two. So Saturday I called all my normal interpreters and no luck. I finally called this young man that we have recently met that we have been pretty impressed by. He did not understand what I was trying to ask him but he finally agreed to come. I knew things were going to be tough when my interpreter could not understand that I was asking him to interpret for me. After much struggling we made it through the service. I could feel a terrible oppression but thought it was just all the stress or something. Then as we were leaving the service to walk home just a block away they were having a big voodoo service as well. People everywhere dancing in the streets and everything. Such a spiritual battle in this place.
Then Sunday I preached in St. Marc at Pastor Lucien's church. It was a great service and I got to see so many friends. They gave me 2 bunches of bananas, a watermellon, and some ground coffee. It was a good time.
So after those two opportunities I really wanted to pray that God would continue to allow me to share the truth of Jesus and the freedom He offers to the captives of fear and lies that the people here believe. I had a good time of prayer for a couple of hours then decided to make the 3 mile walk down on foot and got sunburned.
When I got home though Joy was totally heart broken. A young lady named Jordan that we know and another young lady that is an albino haitian came by because they needed to talk to Joy. Joy had taken Jennifer, a nurse, to remove a skin tag from Jordan's little boy's finger a couple of weeks ago and check on them. They were doing fine. But Jordan came today to tell Joy her baby boy had died. She woke up in the morning with his head split open in the back. They all claim it is the work of a local sorceror that killed him in the night. They told us why they do it but it is too morbid to talk about here. Joy can't figure out if she is more angry or sad. What do you say to a mother struggling with that? We just say God is good all the time. We encourage them to seek refuge and peace in the Lord and help them any way we can. The other girl today came too to tell Joy the father of her baby had taken the baby. This girl was the mistress in an affair- more the norm than the exception here- and the father of the baby took the baby and gave it to his wife because she could not have children. The mother has no real recourse. We are trying to see what we can do to help her. I know the father and so pray I can know what to do in the situation. All of this helped to solidify in Joy that she needs to start the women's Bible study she has been planning. Now that we have a mission location, she is planning to begin that with the young women and mother's that live such a tough life here.
And all of that is on top of the earthquake survivors living down the road and the mother and two twin babies we still have sleeping here with us. God is so good. He never leaves us wondering what we could do today to advance His Kingdom. He always gives us plenty of opportunity. We acknowledge that it is tough at times, but we love it. We would not want it any other way. God is blessing and we are getting to be a part of it. God is ministering to people here and we get to see it first hand. What more could we ask for in life.
Thank you all for your prayers. We are so blessed to have so many people back home that love us and pray for us. All of your encouraging emails keep us going on those tough days... like today.