Sitting on the roof of our compound, we can hear that the festivities of the evening (and that of the upcoming 2 days) are well underway. Around the community is the sound of commotion and "pop pop", and my first thought is gunfire. A Haitian friend also gets up a couple times to look nervously out over the community, then finally realizes that this is the sound of firecrackers, a sound that is not as familiar as the first. November 1st and 2nd is the celebration of the 'Day of the Dead'. On these days Voodoo believers go to cemeteries to pray to dead spirits with candles, food and alcohol, followed by dancing all night in Voodoo temples.
Since coming to Haiti, we have heard a number of stories involving the Voodoo belief; and even those who don't practice believe strongly in the "results" of Voodoo. It is common to hear claims of family members being cursed, then dying. People who don't practice will even go to Voodoo priests to have curses reversed. Twins are dangerous in Haiti as they only have to link fingers together and are then able to curse another person; thus, (it was told to me that) people try to kill off one of the twins to remove that personal power.
We have heard accounts from friends who have seen Voodoo priests change into animals, then back into people. There have been a couple different individuals who describe the gang members as having a protective curse over them, where bullets are unable to pierce their skin; for the this reason the gangs were able to take over Cite Soleil in 2004. (The police were unable to shoot and kill the gang members. Apparent witnesses claim that bullets bounce off the bodies of these gang members; therefore any time someone tries to take out a gang member, the gang will turn around unharmed and come after that individual).
Even though Haiti is predominately Christian, Voodoo goes hand in hand with the Catholic religion. Jeremy asked a friend jokingly if a Christian pastor did Voodoo at home, and his response was, "I don't know what he does at home." Voodoo is just so prevalent here…. it is part of the majority of Haitian's worldview, and is engrained into their culture.
Monday, 31 October 2011
Thursday, 27 October 2011
Day 67
Today is day #67 of our journey - starting with our time in Haiti. Over the time we’ve been here our sense have come to adapt to the way of life here.
Sound - The first night I refused to wear earplugs as I did not want to sleep through our alarm (signaling breakfast for the next morning, which, coming from our scheduled Canadian life I assumed was only at one time and all must attend at 6:00). That night was the loudest night I have ever witnessed in all my life. The city that truly does not sleep….between the dogfights, roosters, horns and people, it was a sleepless night for me as well. After that I thought, if there was one thing you could bring to Haiti, it would be earplugs… something I vowed to never sleep without. Within a couple weeks I was sleeping without them.
Living at a school, and on the same grounds as a church brings with themselves noise as well. From the children at 6:15am to the choir practices and prayer meetings at 10pm, there is noise. When we leave the compound we are braced with the constant honking from every vehicle on the road. The time when true peace comes is with the rain, causing the city to quiet.
Smell - The smells of Haiti are something else… from the smoke and fumes of the burning garbage, to the exhaust coming from the vehicles past their time of expiry, and the rotting garbage in the stagnant water. The first time we passed the garbage filled brown river of Cite Soleil I had to hold my breathe due to the stench. Now I hardly notice the smell, if at all. Our first hour long outing through the city left me grumpy because of all the fumes I had to breath in. The last trip we went on I don’t recall the exhaust. (Which is not the best sense to lose as my brain cells are dying with every breath!).
Sight - On first arrival to our new home, I could not look past the garbage, and the pigs, goats, dogs, roosters, cows...they are everywhere. Now these things are are common as seeing a tree back home. The guarding guns of the UN stand at large intersections, and innocence of nudity is present; yet we have grown accustomed to these as well.
Taste - As you all know we are very much used to our routine of eating rice and beans for lunch and supper (although frequently I rebel against lunch). The first couple weeks, in our ignorance we would ask, “What’s for supper?” I think it only took a couple weeks to realize…
When we are presented with a new food… usually not really a “food” but something else to eat, we cannot help ourselves but gorge. It as though we are in survivor mode, and every chocolate could be our last! We need to get rid of this mentality before Christmas if we want to keep our same wardrobe…
Touch - I have grown accustomed to the small hand of a child grabbing my hand or stroking my hair as I walk by; this is something I know I will miss dearly when we leave. It makes me sad to think that this will be gone….
Monday, 24 October 2011
Things I might like to do back at home in December...
1) Download a video and watch it simultaneously without interruption.
2) Wash some clothes in a washing machine.
3) Go to a store and receive correct change.
4) Take a hot shower (probably because it'll be cold!)
5) Eat some snow, why not?
6) Drive past the amazing Christmas light display on 97 street and 144 avenue.
7) Stay up til 3 or 4 playing cards, who's up for it?!
8) Go to a movie.
9) Drive a car!
10) Think about eating at Arby's, but then deciding against it.
Things I'll leave behind in Haiti...
1) A legion of children who call me Teacher Jeremy. The name still cracks me up, especially when said with a Haitian accent.
2) A cell phone that's better than my model back home, weird.
3) LIzards in my room. Some spiders. A few ants when there's food out. No more bed bugs though.
4) Beautiful consistent sunrises and the ease of waking up to its warm glow.
5) The habit of correcting people's broken English. Unless you want me to critique you :)
6) Bad internet, that forces me to read and look introspectively into myself and my surroundings.
7) Dogs, roosters, bumpy roads, tap-taps, air pollution, palm trees, mountain views, one room abode
8) Meals with our ever changing community of people. Met some lovely Americans down here!
9) More than I have missed back home so far, no offense, you know what I mean.
10) My best buddy here, Jean Gaudy. I must bring him to visit some day, you would love him too. When someone laughs his guts out because he just spelled the words ART, RAT and TAR with only 3 Scrabble word tiles, you know you've met a gem.
A quote I read today. Maybe it fits, maybe not, but I like it.
Spirituality is about seeing. It's not about earning or achieving. It's about relationship rather than results or requirements. Once you see, the rest follows. You don't need to push the river, because you are in it. The life is lived within us, and we learn how to say yes to that life.
-from Everything Belongs by Richard Rohr
Thursday, 20 October 2011
I'll post this when the power comes on...
As some of you are aware, things don’t always run smoothly down here. Well, smoothly in terms of the modern conveniences of home that never seem to malfunction for more than a couple hours, maybe a year at a time. Our ritualistic power outages are an annoyance but I daresay too that we are getting used to them, although we do miss chatting with our family on Skype!
And bugs aren’t supposed to live in such close proximity to humans all the time are they? I’ve been to countries with much bigger, deadlier and menacing looking bugs, whereas the ones here are small and ever present wherever there’s a grain of sugar or a tasty leg. The bedbugs really grossed Stacey out, and then for some reason there were ants in her sheets last night. No reason, just because I suppose. Why look at that, even now I am witnessing an ant carry another dead friend up the wall. What compassionate little creatures.
Its easy to think of Paul and what he endured, but we’re not even in the same league. I actually just read about the amount of times he was whipped, stoned, beaten, jailed, shipwrecked, cursed, mocked and who knows what else because of what he tried to do and advance the Gospel. I am not discounting the encouragement we certainly can glean from his life (which many friends have also pointed out as well, thank you!), but I feel that our position is much safer than Paul’s, though God certainly is challenging us in different ways. I am learning to appreciate these curveballs, they really do make life more interesting. Nothing at home is that tough to deal with, well the weather maybe!
There are so many things out of our control down here, yet they are in God’s control and He is merely observing how we will deal with it. I’m still not sleeping well, but I have found that this is God’s way of gently asking me: “Will you still get up and spend time with me at dawn?” Our room has more visitors than we invited sometimes and we bristle when God prompts: “Would you really let bugs ruin your whole mission experience? Maybe even prohibit you from ever going somewhere else?”
I do not speak for Stacey fresh after a particularly buggy night (and who can blame the poor girl!) but most of our problems so far are petty in light of the big picture. What I relish is persevering to hear God’s voice, which yes, is hard when you are uncomfortable and grouchy but do I hear it any better in a modern society? Our preferential treatment as first world citizens cancels out a world of difficulties that we would candidly say “no thank you” too, much less embrace them as a growing experience.
All this to say, I’m not tooting my own horn and exclaiming “ra-ra look at me living in squalor and eating gruel” because as I mentioned it is not that bad. Cultural differences are much harder than the ants and the spotty electricity anyways. For Stacey and I though, because I can only speak for ourselves (Can I Stacey?) this is a valuable and wild experience. We were obviously not seeking a cakewalk, nor did God desire to set us up for a disaster such as that either. If He had to isolate us far away from our country, our family, our friends and our washing machine so we would sit and quietly listen to Him, then the cost cannot be counted. As we listen, things will become clearer, even if at times we have to see them in the dark :)
Sunday, 9 October 2011
Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving weekend lies heavy in our hearts: the familiar traditions of Thanksgiving dinner with family and friends, followed by pumpkin pie, a chilly evening, and falling yellow leaves....only now a longing memory.
Although the festivities are not present where we are, I look around and feel an undeniable sense of thankfulness. While not everyone agrees, Canada has a good government - free from corruption (in the scheme of things), and one that attempts to do good for the country; there is not fear of government killings. We pay taxes, though with much complaint, they offer us free healthcare, free schooling, paved roads, garbage disposal, and proper sewage....thank God for taxes, truly!
I know this is not true for all Canadians, but I am thankful that I grew up having 3 meals a day, with desert and snacks in between. I have never had to know the feeling of hunger pains, as some of the children here know all too well. I grew up in a loving family, free from abuse; while domestic violence runs high here and throughout the world. The closest I've come to infection and disease is the flu and chickenpox..... while I am frequently treating scabies, ringworm, and other bacterial and fungal infections.
I am grateful that as a child I did have to hide while gangs shoot in the streets "for pleasure"; that I don't fear of being "cursed" by Voodoo practices; that people have opportunity for employment; that my parents took the time to take me to the Dr; that I didn't have to walk in streets, sometimes bare foot, containing animal feces and garbage; that I did not have to search out clean drinking water; that I grew up with my own bedroom with a bed; that the only time power would go out was during a storm or when a fuse blew......
There are so many luxuries that I have grown accustomed to, while the majority of the world goes without them. I am so thankful that I was born in Canada, as only God has this control. We, as Canadians, are truly blessed.
Although the festivities are not present where we are, I look around and feel an undeniable sense of thankfulness. While not everyone agrees, Canada has a good government - free from corruption (in the scheme of things), and one that attempts to do good for the country; there is not fear of government killings. We pay taxes, though with much complaint, they offer us free healthcare, free schooling, paved roads, garbage disposal, and proper sewage....thank God for taxes, truly!
I know this is not true for all Canadians, but I am thankful that I grew up having 3 meals a day, with desert and snacks in between. I have never had to know the feeling of hunger pains, as some of the children here know all too well. I grew up in a loving family, free from abuse; while domestic violence runs high here and throughout the world. The closest I've come to infection and disease is the flu and chickenpox..... while I am frequently treating scabies, ringworm, and other bacterial and fungal infections.
I am grateful that as a child I did have to hide while gangs shoot in the streets "for pleasure"; that I don't fear of being "cursed" by Voodoo practices; that people have opportunity for employment; that my parents took the time to take me to the Dr; that I didn't have to walk in streets, sometimes bare foot, containing animal feces and garbage; that I did not have to search out clean drinking water; that I grew up with my own bedroom with a bed; that the only time power would go out was during a storm or when a fuse blew......
There are so many luxuries that I have grown accustomed to, while the majority of the world goes without them. I am so thankful that I was born in Canada, as only God has this control. We, as Canadians, are truly blessed.
Thursday, 6 October 2011
Uncomfortable Comfort
Stacey and I have been trying to rise very early in the morning and spend devotional time while the sun is just rising. Stacey also stretches and works out, I'm not that spiritual though. I have been able to journal for almost 2 months now, a personal record! That's my excuse for not blogging enough. Instead of creating an entirely new blog, I just thought I'd share some thoughts from a few days ago, amidst one of my most sleepless stretches in memory.
1 Thessalonians 1:2-10 (bits and pieces) "For we know, brothers loved by God, that He has chosen you, because our Gospel came to you not simply with words, but also with power, with the Holy Spirit and deep conviction. You know how he lived among you for your sake."
This passage was really encouraging to me, especially after another sleepless night, full of questions, wonderings, noise and itchiness. We're here in Haiti, but why are we here? Feeling tired of beans and rice (or rice and beans), loud music at inopportune times, sometimes the people we work with that don't share our Canadian way of doing things. And bugs. The initial settling in process is over and the fairytale of short-term missions leaves after 6 weeks I'd say. Its no longer a carefree, sometimes cushy environment. Sometimes it feels downright uncomfortable!
For myself, I've always testified that I can make it through one sleepless night, as long as I have a chance to make it up the next. And to my knowledge, I think this has always happened, just like I plan. Well, its been a flat-out tough stretch for me in regards to sleep, much more than just 1 bad night at a time. It makes me question WHY a lot more when these problems arise. Why would we leave modern appliances or grocery stores? Or sleep on two twin beds, neither of which we are the first to slumber in? Why are you allowed to make noise all night long and keep me awake?
I could go on and probably sound very ungrateful and confused as to what we're really doing while serving here. But the truth is I'm happy, even in the midst of this sudden bout of insomnia. God has miraculously given my soul and body complete rest, even though I swear I didn't sleep a wink a few nights. I've had the energy to teach all day. I don't need to sneak in a nap. I can't go to bed because I'd rather read.
I would be miserable if I was home right now. Not only because that would mean I forsook a great opportunity to go and serve abroad but it would've been a blatant disregard of the Holy Spirit's prompting in our lives, something we've tried to listen closely to in terms of missions. If we hadn't have left I'm sure we would have paid dearly for it. I'm fully understanding that God opens up opportunities and its our choice whether we take Him up on the offer.
It appears that some will give up a lot and some will give up a little, but when God gives you a choice and you obey, you've given all that He has asked of you. Somedays, it feels like it's been a real sacrifice, but its just what we've been created to do. We've been equipped to handle all that we've encountered and it gives us great hope to continue the good week we've started. We're right where God called us to be, a place He mapped out for us long, long ago, and because He's called us, its extremely comforting, despite what we may deem from time to time as uncomfortable.
1 Thessalonians 1:2-10 (bits and pieces) "For we know, brothers loved by God, that He has chosen you, because our Gospel came to you not simply with words, but also with power, with the Holy Spirit and deep conviction. You know how he lived among you for your sake."
This passage was really encouraging to me, especially after another sleepless night, full of questions, wonderings, noise and itchiness. We're here in Haiti, but why are we here? Feeling tired of beans and rice (or rice and beans), loud music at inopportune times, sometimes the people we work with that don't share our Canadian way of doing things. And bugs. The initial settling in process is over and the fairytale of short-term missions leaves after 6 weeks I'd say. Its no longer a carefree, sometimes cushy environment. Sometimes it feels downright uncomfortable!
For myself, I've always testified that I can make it through one sleepless night, as long as I have a chance to make it up the next. And to my knowledge, I think this has always happened, just like I plan. Well, its been a flat-out tough stretch for me in regards to sleep, much more than just 1 bad night at a time. It makes me question WHY a lot more when these problems arise. Why would we leave modern appliances or grocery stores? Or sleep on two twin beds, neither of which we are the first to slumber in? Why are you allowed to make noise all night long and keep me awake?
I could go on and probably sound very ungrateful and confused as to what we're really doing while serving here. But the truth is I'm happy, even in the midst of this sudden bout of insomnia. God has miraculously given my soul and body complete rest, even though I swear I didn't sleep a wink a few nights. I've had the energy to teach all day. I don't need to sneak in a nap. I can't go to bed because I'd rather read.
I would be miserable if I was home right now. Not only because that would mean I forsook a great opportunity to go and serve abroad but it would've been a blatant disregard of the Holy Spirit's prompting in our lives, something we've tried to listen closely to in terms of missions. If we hadn't have left I'm sure we would have paid dearly for it. I'm fully understanding that God opens up opportunities and its our choice whether we take Him up on the offer.
It appears that some will give up a lot and some will give up a little, but when God gives you a choice and you obey, you've given all that He has asked of you. Somedays, it feels like it's been a real sacrifice, but its just what we've been created to do. We've been equipped to handle all that we've encountered and it gives us great hope to continue the good week we've started. We're right where God called us to be, a place He mapped out for us long, long ago, and because He's called us, its extremely comforting, despite what we may deem from time to time as uncomfortable.
Friday, 23 September 2011
More Haiti "Facts" - Our Observations of the Quirkiness
Before we provided some factual information about Haiti to all of you and I am sure that we could add to that list, as many of you are wondering what it would be like to just see for a day what we see. Here's some peculiar and maybe bizarre occurrences that we tend to observe on a daily basis. Some are funny and some just cause us to shake our heads...
1) It is ALWAYS noisy here. The kids start arriving at 6:30 and they are very active and loud. At least the Pre-Kindergarten kids have stopped crying when they get dropped off. Classrooms are noisy and there are no window panes so the sounds of 15 classrooms hums together in a great symphony of chatter and song.
Church services and choir practices commence as early as 6am and end as late as 12pm. The sound systems here would have a better chance of deafening the listener than enhancing their listening experience but they like it to be LOUD! During dinner time once in a while, you have to raise your voice substantially to have a conversation across the table.
I kid you not, someone at the church next door was performing a microphone check at 3:15 in the morning. Ugh.
2) Roosters crow from 12am to 6am, usually about the same time as dogs start barking and terrorizing each other. Often, we'll hear one dog yelping like it was being attacked, which sets off the other animals for hours on end. Thank goodness for earplugs, fans and familiarity.
3) Creole does not include a lot of 'r' or 'l' words. When most people try to pronounce these consonants it sounds like an 'r' is an 'l' or 'w'. This makes word pronunciation very challenging! The one that bugs me the most is "four" - "fwa". But we're working on it :)
4) Adjectives are scarce. Synonyms are even more so non-existent. There is usually 1 word for an object or action and that's it! Wash means mop, clean, sweep, scrub...
5) Everyone has a cell phone but all the service is pay-as-you-go. They are constantly talking and it doesn't seem they ever have enough minutes, always running out and having to buy more.
6) Girls like guys who speak French. This is a very desirable quality for a man to possess, because it means you are educated.
7) If there is an open road, a Haitian will drive as fast as mechanically possible. We travelled the one nice highway here in the back of a tap-tap and you would've thought our driver had been given a Ferrari for the day. We haven't driven with him since, and we're ok with that.
8) Roads are all 2 way. There are 2, 3 or 4 lanes, based on driver's discretion, with no formal yellow markings. Motorcycles slip through tiny cracks between opposing vehicles, so that actually makes 5 lanes.
9) If little kids don't speak a lick of English, they all can shout "Hey you!" You = white person
There is no 10th fact, that would be too conventional :)
1) It is ALWAYS noisy here. The kids start arriving at 6:30 and they are very active and loud. At least the Pre-Kindergarten kids have stopped crying when they get dropped off. Classrooms are noisy and there are no window panes so the sounds of 15 classrooms hums together in a great symphony of chatter and song.
Church services and choir practices commence as early as 6am and end as late as 12pm. The sound systems here would have a better chance of deafening the listener than enhancing their listening experience but they like it to be LOUD! During dinner time once in a while, you have to raise your voice substantially to have a conversation across the table.
I kid you not, someone at the church next door was performing a microphone check at 3:15 in the morning. Ugh.
2) Roosters crow from 12am to 6am, usually about the same time as dogs start barking and terrorizing each other. Often, we'll hear one dog yelping like it was being attacked, which sets off the other animals for hours on end. Thank goodness for earplugs, fans and familiarity.
3) Creole does not include a lot of 'r' or 'l' words. When most people try to pronounce these consonants it sounds like an 'r' is an 'l' or 'w'. This makes word pronunciation very challenging! The one that bugs me the most is "four" - "fwa". But we're working on it :)
4) Adjectives are scarce. Synonyms are even more so non-existent. There is usually 1 word for an object or action and that's it! Wash means mop, clean, sweep, scrub...
5) Everyone has a cell phone but all the service is pay-as-you-go. They are constantly talking and it doesn't seem they ever have enough minutes, always running out and having to buy more.
6) Girls like guys who speak French. This is a very desirable quality for a man to possess, because it means you are educated.
7) If there is an open road, a Haitian will drive as fast as mechanically possible. We travelled the one nice highway here in the back of a tap-tap and you would've thought our driver had been given a Ferrari for the day. We haven't driven with him since, and we're ok with that.
8) Roads are all 2 way. There are 2, 3 or 4 lanes, based on driver's discretion, with no formal yellow markings. Motorcycles slip through tiny cracks between opposing vehicles, so that actually makes 5 lanes.
9) If little kids don't speak a lick of English, they all can shout "Hey you!" You = white person
There is no 10th fact, that would be too conventional :)
Thursday, 22 September 2011
The Growing Stage
Today marked the first day - of many days to come - of getting up at 5:00 to work out with Nadege. We went to the roof, where the sun was not yet up, but rising, and the rays coming over the mountain were amazing...the view was miraculous, and the cool morning breeze made everything perfect. This in itself will be motivation alone to get up. To see God's creation, so beautiful, made me feel such a connection with God.
It has been a month (and half a week) since we first arrived here in Haiti, and the time here has challenged me in many ways already.
I have been challenged in the nursing realm: to critically think through symptoms and decide on the potential illness - one that we don't have at home. ( Some of the symptoms are the same as home, all the illnesses are different).
I have been training a Haitian nurse to take over the school nursing position, which is ironic considering this is the first time I've worked this position as well. Working with Jesula, the nurse, has challenged me to be open to a different nursing opinion than my own, adjust to the laid-back culture, and be very patient.
Nursing has revealed assumptions I have made, that have been wrong. I have seen some terrible things when the children come to me. Worms in one child's foot cutting of the circulation and having the potential to take his foot from him if the problem persisted. This was a rough day for me. I instantly became mad with the parents, and could not imagine how the parents could allow this boy's foot to become so bad. I still don't know. I sent home the medication needed to help heal the foot, and prayed that they would follow the instructions I laid out, but knew if they didn't his foot could be far worse the next time I saw him. I would be lying if I said I was not surprised when the next time I saw him his foot had begun to heal.
This is where the assumptions come. I believed the parents did not care enough to take care of this boy; but, given the right resources they were able to look after him. He is still recovering, but he is recovering. After remarking on the lack of care the parents had, I learned that many Haitian parents work all day to provide food for their family. A day without work to go to the clinic for help would mean a day without pay. I am torn, and still working through my feelings on the justification of this, but it is still a reason. I am learning to understand the way a culture living in poverty works.
I have been challenged in the spiritual realm: to set time for God, and time for my devotions. Through this time I have already seen a growth in my connection with God, and my understanding of His word. I have felt more of a peace regarding the unknown future (I mean years from now)... but i believe God has also been giving Jeremy and I dreams for the future in a country we have not yet been. We will see what is to come.
These dreams have been exciting, but also tough as I think of the time away from my family. But I know that God knows my heart, and when I follow his will for our lives, then He will provide a means to connect with family.
This hasn't been a challenge, but Jeremy and I have grown in our marriage in the short time we have been here. Living in a different culture, following the call on our life, dreaming of the future, has all helped the strengthen the bond we already have.
In all, I do not believe that Jeremy and I are called to Haiti for a long-term duration - although know one really knows the future..... But I do believe that we are hear to grow in many ways, and prepare ourselves for the future to come.
It has been a month (and half a week) since we first arrived here in Haiti, and the time here has challenged me in many ways already.
I have been challenged in the nursing realm: to critically think through symptoms and decide on the potential illness - one that we don't have at home. ( Some of the symptoms are the same as home, all the illnesses are different).
I have been training a Haitian nurse to take over the school nursing position, which is ironic considering this is the first time I've worked this position as well. Working with Jesula, the nurse, has challenged me to be open to a different nursing opinion than my own, adjust to the laid-back culture, and be very patient.
Nursing has revealed assumptions I have made, that have been wrong. I have seen some terrible things when the children come to me. Worms in one child's foot cutting of the circulation and having the potential to take his foot from him if the problem persisted. This was a rough day for me. I instantly became mad with the parents, and could not imagine how the parents could allow this boy's foot to become so bad. I still don't know. I sent home the medication needed to help heal the foot, and prayed that they would follow the instructions I laid out, but knew if they didn't his foot could be far worse the next time I saw him. I would be lying if I said I was not surprised when the next time I saw him his foot had begun to heal.
This is where the assumptions come. I believed the parents did not care enough to take care of this boy; but, given the right resources they were able to look after him. He is still recovering, but he is recovering. After remarking on the lack of care the parents had, I learned that many Haitian parents work all day to provide food for their family. A day without work to go to the clinic for help would mean a day without pay. I am torn, and still working through my feelings on the justification of this, but it is still a reason. I am learning to understand the way a culture living in poverty works.
I have been challenged in the spiritual realm: to set time for God, and time for my devotions. Through this time I have already seen a growth in my connection with God, and my understanding of His word. I have felt more of a peace regarding the unknown future (I mean years from now)... but i believe God has also been giving Jeremy and I dreams for the future in a country we have not yet been. We will see what is to come.
These dreams have been exciting, but also tough as I think of the time away from my family. But I know that God knows my heart, and when I follow his will for our lives, then He will provide a means to connect with family.
This hasn't been a challenge, but Jeremy and I have grown in our marriage in the short time we have been here. Living in a different culture, following the call on our life, dreaming of the future, has all helped the strengthen the bond we already have.
In all, I do not believe that Jeremy and I are called to Haiti for a long-term duration - although know one really knows the future..... But I do believe that we are hear to grow in many ways, and prepare ourselves for the future to come.
Sunday, 18 September 2011
So what now...?
Alright, alright it's a loaded question and in some ways probably premature, right? Is it really though? The time here has been more encouraging than eye-opening I could say. Our eyes have been opened before, that's why we're here now. The encouragement from our friends here, family and friends back home and the smiling kids who encourage you simply by giving ALL their time to you has made it very worthwhile. Too worthwhile? A life-changing, life-shaping worthwhile? There's a lot going on in our thoughts. This passage in Isaiah is profound for me right now and consequently has landed in my devotional at precisely the right time:
If you offer your food to the hungry
and satisfy the needs of the afflicted,
then your light shall rise in the darkness
and your gloom be like the noonday.
The Lord will guide you continually,
and satisfy your needs in parched places,
and make your bones strong;
and you shall be like a watered garden,
like a spring of water,
whose waters never fail (Isa. 58:10-11)
Truly, I hope that God can give us wild dreams beyond our comfort and scope of thinking and challenge us to then go and accomplish it, no matter what. I can feel God's provision for us and it gives great hope for the future, especially when wondering about all the what-ifs that would love to steal my time. At the same time, I don't wish to say too much or too little. God is working in us every day, for now and for the future. I'm pretty sure He's telling us to reference any queries we have to Isaiah 58 for today and that in itself will be enough to face tomorrow.
If you offer your food to the hungry
and satisfy the needs of the afflicted,
then your light shall rise in the darkness
and your gloom be like the noonday.
The Lord will guide you continually,
and satisfy your needs in parched places,
and make your bones strong;
and you shall be like a watered garden,
like a spring of water,
whose waters never fail (Isa. 58:10-11)
Truly, I hope that God can give us wild dreams beyond our comfort and scope of thinking and challenge us to then go and accomplish it, no matter what. I can feel God's provision for us and it gives great hope for the future, especially when wondering about all the what-ifs that would love to steal my time. At the same time, I don't wish to say too much or too little. God is working in us every day, for now and for the future. I'm pretty sure He's telling us to reference any queries we have to Isaiah 58 for today and that in itself will be enough to face tomorrow.
Sunday, 11 September 2011
We're still here!
Sometimes its hard to find the time to write a blog, or just motivate yourself to do so. However, if I found time to study the NFL scoresheets today, I suppose I should finally sit down and write again!
Life is great here and we just completed our first full week of school. A lot of students are still missing as we have been told they trickle back from holidays, so in another week we should be at full capacity. So far I have found I still am quite terrified of grade 2s and it has been a real treat to work with grade 6s. They are so grown up!
The adult classes keep me on my toes as well, these Haitians are really hungry for knowledge and all of them are extremely motivated to learn English. I have realized that there's a lot more than I remember when it comes to grammar and the specifics of writing. I'm so used to simply writing and processing simultaneously if the words make sense or not. For people that don't understand the language though, making sense of even beginning English is a stretch. I don't know how far I will stretch their experience with my native tongue, but we are certainly enjoying ourselves and they call me "teacher". I don't think that will lead me to develop a Messiah complex, but I do carry the title with much responsibility. Did I mention I am making my own curriculum too??
So besides working out grammar with the adults, simple sentences with the higher grades and Head and Shoulders with the little kids, there hasn't been much time to work on my Creole or French. However, my translator is very motivated to teach me and keeps offering his regular services. That's what I love about some of these people, they take a lot of pride in what they do know and willingly extend it to others no questions asked. Haiti would become a different place if the mindset of all these people work within their community with this sort of attitude.
One story that is close to home. Pastor Leon is taking a trip to Calgary and consequently he received a call from a singer from there who visited Cite Soleil last year. He told Leon that he performs benefit concerts and that he would be interested in raising money for Leon's mission here at HOM. Leon was thrilled at this prospect but he just never heard back from this guy. Well the singer just happened to call Leon the other day and said he'd be performing this Wednesday night in Edmonton, so Leon and his wife will be able to attend the concert while they are in Alberta!
I was getting the feeling that we would know who this person was once he told us his name, even though to Leon, this singer was just a regular dude with a guitar. Well it turns out its Paul Brandt, so we told Leon he's very well known and always is doing amazing things for ministries like his. Really awesome that this is in the works and I'm going to track down the details so that you Edmontonians could maybe attend!
Thanks everyone for keeping in touch as well. We really have felt loved during our first 3 weeks here and part of that is the great communication from home! Our love goes out to you all and we really hope you will stay in touch :)
Life is great here and we just completed our first full week of school. A lot of students are still missing as we have been told they trickle back from holidays, so in another week we should be at full capacity. So far I have found I still am quite terrified of grade 2s and it has been a real treat to work with grade 6s. They are so grown up!
The adult classes keep me on my toes as well, these Haitians are really hungry for knowledge and all of them are extremely motivated to learn English. I have realized that there's a lot more than I remember when it comes to grammar and the specifics of writing. I'm so used to simply writing and processing simultaneously if the words make sense or not. For people that don't understand the language though, making sense of even beginning English is a stretch. I don't know how far I will stretch their experience with my native tongue, but we are certainly enjoying ourselves and they call me "teacher". I don't think that will lead me to develop a Messiah complex, but I do carry the title with much responsibility. Did I mention I am making my own curriculum too??
So besides working out grammar with the adults, simple sentences with the higher grades and Head and Shoulders with the little kids, there hasn't been much time to work on my Creole or French. However, my translator is very motivated to teach me and keeps offering his regular services. That's what I love about some of these people, they take a lot of pride in what they do know and willingly extend it to others no questions asked. Haiti would become a different place if the mindset of all these people work within their community with this sort of attitude.
One story that is close to home. Pastor Leon is taking a trip to Calgary and consequently he received a call from a singer from there who visited Cite Soleil last year. He told Leon that he performs benefit concerts and that he would be interested in raising money for Leon's mission here at HOM. Leon was thrilled at this prospect but he just never heard back from this guy. Well the singer just happened to call Leon the other day and said he'd be performing this Wednesday night in Edmonton, so Leon and his wife will be able to attend the concert while they are in Alberta!
I was getting the feeling that we would know who this person was once he told us his name, even though to Leon, this singer was just a regular dude with a guitar. Well it turns out its Paul Brandt, so we told Leon he's very well known and always is doing amazing things for ministries like his. Really awesome that this is in the works and I'm going to track down the details so that you Edmontonians could maybe attend!
Thanks everyone for keeping in touch as well. We really have felt loved during our first 3 weeks here and part of that is the great communication from home! Our love goes out to you all and we really hope you will stay in touch :)
Friday, 2 September 2011
The Broken City
Yesterday we took a trip to downtown Port au Prince, which was hit the hardest in the earthquake. The sights overwhelmed me by the end - so much devastation. Picture this: beautiful old buildings, 3-4 storeys high, with old & unique architecture, lining the streets. The envision these buildings missing large parts of walls, sloped, falling, rubble at the bases of the buildings, beams exposed, large pieces of concrete hanging from the floor above it; in some cases the buildings look as though they could fall in the next major wind. Directly under the awning of each building sits person after person, selling their product - a tiny selection of shoes, fruit, gum, purses, clothes, paintings...anything they can really....and their are thousands of these people in front and almost under each destroyed building. And then, of coarse to finish the scene, thousands of people on the street buying items, sacs on top of heads, tap-tap’s, loaded with people, all attempting to be the first to get through the chaos... and motorcycles carrying anything that it can have near miss after near miss while weaving in and out of traffic. During this, what appears to be a mess of traffic, each vehicle is laying on the horn to speed pass the next vehicle. Riding in the back of a tap-tap is also a unique experience, as the passengers get to look out the back of the truck bed at all the passing sights, a breeze making it’s way through to each person - this breeze also filled with dust and emissions from every vehicle that passes. By the end of the trip, this also became overwhelming to me. I was craving the smell of fresh air, but as soon as we left the city core, the smell of burning garbage and polluted stagnant water filled the air instead; and even back at the base we still could not escape the smoke from the garbage.
When you are immersed in the middle of this devastating, and seemingly hopeless situation, it is hard to see past it all. How can things change? Where do you begin when EVERY building needs to be re-built? When EVERY previously green space is inhabited with tent after tent - people’s new homes?
Once back in the quiet of the complex I began to remember the reason we came: it was for the children. To help equip and change a new generation. WIthout Jeremy here, there would be 100-120 adults without an English teacher, and English is the new hope. If we can help stimulate the children to dream and discover new things and want change, then that is the beginning of the future to come.
Wednesday, 31 August 2011
Field of Crosses
On Saturday, we had the privilege of stopping on the side of the road at a mass grave where bodies used to lie after the earthquake, now marked by fallen crosses. On that same highway, a new community of people who had scattered to the side of a mountain to start a new life after the earthquake - Pastor Leon calls this community “New Jerusalem”. In most places you go there are reminders of the earthquake; yet, it will take still a very long time before things are “cleaned up”....
A general overview....
It has been a week since we’ve been in Haiti, and it feels just as so. The days, since coming here, have been long; and, there has not yet been a night where we’ve slept without waking numerous times... this is due to the 2 AM dog fights, the 3 AM roosters, and the 4 AM woman singing... Despite these things, Jeremy and I are coming to love Haiti, and most of all, the Haitians that live here. The people at the base where we live - Terre Noire - have been so welcoming and genuine, always greeting us with “Bonjour Stacey/Jeremy, Komon ou ye? (How are you?)”.
Although the President just declared that school would start the second week of October, “Summer School” will start, just as planned on Monday, which will bring the beginning of our responsibilities here.
Today Jeremy had registration for the adult English classes, which will be held after regular school hours - 2 classes of 40 quickly turned to 3. How do you turn away people who come to better their future? In Haiti, English is just that, hope for a way out of such poverty.
Following supper, we spent a good hour going over different meanings of words with my translator, Garrison. He speaks very well already, yet is eager to know everything. It was enjoyable just watching how excited he was merely to learn new words!
On Sunday I started my first after-church blood pressure and blood sugar screening at Blanchard, where we live. I will be alternating this screening between here and Cite Soleil every Sunday. Once school begins, I will also be the school nurse on alternate days between Blanchard, Cite Soleil, and Ibo Beach - where I have not yet visited. I am a little nervous having to treat skin diseases that I have not yet seen, but, like I told Garrison, Monday will be a learning experience.
Sunday, 28 August 2011
Too Much Computer... Where's the People?
The luxury of having the internet here will be a blessing as we somehow try to bridge the gap between us and our loved ones but I can't seem to get off it tonight, a problem that I don't wish to have! This after I just told Forrest, another guy on the base, that I don't want to log on more than once a day. Tonight its been two long sessions and I still wanted to blog...
Funny how there is so much quick, compacted conversation that is had on the internet. People can't even bother to spell words properly anymore. How is spelling "bye" like "bi" easier? If I do that starting next week, I am going to have a seriously confused group of students. Although, Creole, the official language is spelled completely phonetically, just how it sounds. So just take most French words and spell them how you hear them and you might be close to speaking Creole! After the first 2 days, a Haitian was telling me to just speak Creole, just go ahead and do it. Maybe it will be easier to learn than I thought. Here's hoping, because some days in the classroom I just know that I'm not going to have a translator...
Back to the initial conversation though... And meaningless and intelligible it was not. Well perhaps some of the latter because when 2 parties attempt to speak each other's language without ever knowing much of it beforehand it can't help but be a little muddled. 2 things I did today:
1) Sang ABC's with a new friend Eddy, under a tin roof, while the daily thunderstorm tried to stifle the laughter in our childish exuberance. Of course, my little friend Stetson was there as well, so that made us feel like we were singing for his benefit, right? No, song is perhaps the best way that you can learn something new.
2) Sang Head and Shoulders, Knees and Toes in English and Creole. Tete, Epol, Genou, Zotey for those who aren't fluent :) I constantly made sure I did the actions and words out of order to frustrate and amuse my young teachers but they were adamant that I do it right! No better way to gear up for ridiculous classroom behaviour than exhibiting it yourself, and remembering how fun it is :)
This could have been the single most important day I have ever experienced in a missions setting so far. I was able to take the time to simply BE with the people, mostly children, and absolutely love each other's company, for hours and hours, free from time constraints or group pressures that often short missions are inevitably subjected to. Unlike past short-term missions, I can truly say that this is my home for now, and I am trying to do as a Haitian might do, taking time to converse with anyone who has the time (everyone), with no keyboard, but just simply my impressionable self, who is committed to nurturing relationships with others because that is what God has called me here to do. If you have prayed through our mission statement at all since we've been here, know that your faithfulness in prayer will work at establishing deep-rooted connections with many lost and directionless people who are desperate to see God's Kingdom come but have lost sight of that in the wake of all the disaster this country has experienced. And sometimes, all you have to do is recite your ABCs... in song, and like you mean it, of course. Who knows, your life may depend on it :)
Funny how there is so much quick, compacted conversation that is had on the internet. People can't even bother to spell words properly anymore. How is spelling "bye" like "bi" easier? If I do that starting next week, I am going to have a seriously confused group of students. Although, Creole, the official language is spelled completely phonetically, just how it sounds. So just take most French words and spell them how you hear them and you might be close to speaking Creole! After the first 2 days, a Haitian was telling me to just speak Creole, just go ahead and do it. Maybe it will be easier to learn than I thought. Here's hoping, because some days in the classroom I just know that I'm not going to have a translator...
Back to the initial conversation though... And meaningless and intelligible it was not. Well perhaps some of the latter because when 2 parties attempt to speak each other's language without ever knowing much of it beforehand it can't help but be a little muddled. 2 things I did today:
1) Sang ABC's with a new friend Eddy, under a tin roof, while the daily thunderstorm tried to stifle the laughter in our childish exuberance. Of course, my little friend Stetson was there as well, so that made us feel like we were singing for his benefit, right? No, song is perhaps the best way that you can learn something new.
2) Sang Head and Shoulders, Knees and Toes in English and Creole. Tete, Epol, Genou, Zotey for those who aren't fluent :) I constantly made sure I did the actions and words out of order to frustrate and amuse my young teachers but they were adamant that I do it right! No better way to gear up for ridiculous classroom behaviour than exhibiting it yourself, and remembering how fun it is :)
This could have been the single most important day I have ever experienced in a missions setting so far. I was able to take the time to simply BE with the people, mostly children, and absolutely love each other's company, for hours and hours, free from time constraints or group pressures that often short missions are inevitably subjected to. Unlike past short-term missions, I can truly say that this is my home for now, and I am trying to do as a Haitian might do, taking time to converse with anyone who has the time (everyone), with no keyboard, but just simply my impressionable self, who is committed to nurturing relationships with others because that is what God has called me here to do. If you have prayed through our mission statement at all since we've been here, know that your faithfulness in prayer will work at establishing deep-rooted connections with many lost and directionless people who are desperate to see God's Kingdom come but have lost sight of that in the wake of all the disaster this country has experienced. And sometimes, all you have to do is recite your ABCs... in song, and like you mean it, of course. Who knows, your life may depend on it :)
Wednesday, 24 August 2011
Did you know...
Haiti is the poorest place in the Western Hemisphere. Their exports are limited, the GDP is staggeringly low and many economical and political hardships can be directly linked with corruption. The media can always bring us the harsh truths in Canada but I will try and shed some positive light on our home for now...
1) Only 5% of people graduate from high school and 40% might have the chance to make it to junior high. The new president wants to make education free to all children but the scarcity of resources and buildings will make this promise almost impossible to keep.
The children that do come to school at our base (as well as Cite Soliel and Ebo Beach) are sponsored by people like you. There is one little boy named George who lives at the Repatriote base and is eagerly awaiting the new school that will be ready to open before Christmas. Until then, this little grade 1 boy will ride his bike (or sometimes walk I'm sure) the half-hour distance to school every day. If students do have the chance to receive an education here, it is a source of pride for the family and certainly gives the children a new lease on life.
2) The cholera outbreak was bad, so was the one before that. It was not the Haitians that brought this infection upon themselves though. The infiltration of cholera to Haiti was linked to improper cleanliness of a UN base in Nepal, which was then transferred here when the UN came in after the earthquake.
Terrible things just seem to happen here and disastrous mishaps such as this plague these people for whom the desperation to survive is fierce already. Dirty water in a gutter might seem like a desert oasis for those who thirst day and night but it is often a deadly decision. Stacey especially, along with other school staff will work hard at educating children and their families about safeguarding themselves against cholera, scabies, malaria, etc.
3) The earthquake rocked Haiti and people will always talk about that fateful January day. Disheveled buildings and roads remain jaggedly interlocked in a crudely creative discord that only gravity could neatly tuck into place.
It is easy to measure the destruction through the eyes of a Westerner who is used to seeing a mess cleaned up so that life can return to "normal". For all the lighthearted sorrows that we feel when we watch the devastation unfold on television and the soapbox that it provides celebrities to pour out their hearts through remorseful song, it is a disgraceful shame how little has been done to "clean-up" Haiti. I digress if the only reason I touch on this event is to somehow exercise my own shame and behold it reverently so that I may do something more noble about it next time. And excuse my antagonist view of what has not been done for the clean-up when there are Westerners who have sought to help with the clean-up in some way. But to help people within a community like Port-au-Prince, you need not the help of white men far away, though this does provide tangible help and encouragement for the people in many ways. No, the hope comes from the way that Jesus Christ works selflessly and flawlessly in the hearts of his servants like the heroes which I will briefly acquaint you with.
Pastor Leon and his wife Jackie are native Haitians who began Haiti Outreach Ministries less than a year after they were married roughly 22 years ago. There was need in Haiti then, much like there is now and they answered the call of God willingly and sacrificially. As Jackie remarked, "sometimes your plans are not always God's plans," and remembering back to less than a year into my marriage I can say that I was not ready to plant a seed in the poorest slum (Cite Soliel) in the Western Hemisphere. As we toured the compound I can only think that this is the most ambitious, and most finished, projects I have seen in all my travels. Unscathed by the earthquake, the church building for 1000, the primary school for 300 students, 2 clinics (because they share a base with Samaritan's Purse) and courtyards for communities of people form the most faithful blueprint you could hope for in an otherwise debilitated community.
Ignorantly, I commented to Leon about the history of the Outreach and he pointed out that it was him and his wife that started this ministry, not the board of HOM in Maine. I was ashamedly dumbfounded to doubt that a young Haitian couple could start all this. What about the acres and acres of land, the creative use of space and the vision to build more still? Aren't things supposed to never ever get completed in 3rd world countries?? Leon and Jackie are the most driven nationals I have ever met in any of the countries that I have visited. You will no doubt here more of the amazing ministry taking place in this country and it started with the courage of a young, innocent couple who followed God's calling to settle in a place where so many earthquake survivors fled, years and years after they started the original church, school and clinic.
Ben, who is the resident liaison for HOM pointed out, that if Leon lived in the States, he would've become a millionaire, maybe a few times over, because of the drive that fuels him. Jackie, Leon's wife, lovingly reflected that, "working with the poor and the needy is the greatest joy because they are the apple of God's eye. There is nothing greater than this because He loves them so much." Certainly a stark contrast to what might have been and what God tells someone otherwise, and most assuredly a supreme example for Stacey and I to serve under while we are here.
1) Only 5% of people graduate from high school and 40% might have the chance to make it to junior high. The new president wants to make education free to all children but the scarcity of resources and buildings will make this promise almost impossible to keep.
The children that do come to school at our base (as well as Cite Soliel and Ebo Beach) are sponsored by people like you. There is one little boy named George who lives at the Repatriote base and is eagerly awaiting the new school that will be ready to open before Christmas. Until then, this little grade 1 boy will ride his bike (or sometimes walk I'm sure) the half-hour distance to school every day. If students do have the chance to receive an education here, it is a source of pride for the family and certainly gives the children a new lease on life.
2) The cholera outbreak was bad, so was the one before that. It was not the Haitians that brought this infection upon themselves though. The infiltration of cholera to Haiti was linked to improper cleanliness of a UN base in Nepal, which was then transferred here when the UN came in after the earthquake.
Terrible things just seem to happen here and disastrous mishaps such as this plague these people for whom the desperation to survive is fierce already. Dirty water in a gutter might seem like a desert oasis for those who thirst day and night but it is often a deadly decision. Stacey especially, along with other school staff will work hard at educating children and their families about safeguarding themselves against cholera, scabies, malaria, etc.
3) The earthquake rocked Haiti and people will always talk about that fateful January day. Disheveled buildings and roads remain jaggedly interlocked in a crudely creative discord that only gravity could neatly tuck into place.
It is easy to measure the destruction through the eyes of a Westerner who is used to seeing a mess cleaned up so that life can return to "normal". For all the lighthearted sorrows that we feel when we watch the devastation unfold on television and the soapbox that it provides celebrities to pour out their hearts through remorseful song, it is a disgraceful shame how little has been done to "clean-up" Haiti. I digress if the only reason I touch on this event is to somehow exercise my own shame and behold it reverently so that I may do something more noble about it next time. And excuse my antagonist view of what has not been done for the clean-up when there are Westerners who have sought to help with the clean-up in some way. But to help people within a community like Port-au-Prince, you need not the help of white men far away, though this does provide tangible help and encouragement for the people in many ways. No, the hope comes from the way that Jesus Christ works selflessly and flawlessly in the hearts of his servants like the heroes which I will briefly acquaint you with.
Pastor Leon and his wife Jackie are native Haitians who began Haiti Outreach Ministries less than a year after they were married roughly 22 years ago. There was need in Haiti then, much like there is now and they answered the call of God willingly and sacrificially. As Jackie remarked, "sometimes your plans are not always God's plans," and remembering back to less than a year into my marriage I can say that I was not ready to plant a seed in the poorest slum (Cite Soliel) in the Western Hemisphere. As we toured the compound I can only think that this is the most ambitious, and most finished, projects I have seen in all my travels. Unscathed by the earthquake, the church building for 1000, the primary school for 300 students, 2 clinics (because they share a base with Samaritan's Purse) and courtyards for communities of people form the most faithful blueprint you could hope for in an otherwise debilitated community.
Ignorantly, I commented to Leon about the history of the Outreach and he pointed out that it was him and his wife that started this ministry, not the board of HOM in Maine. I was ashamedly dumbfounded to doubt that a young Haitian couple could start all this. What about the acres and acres of land, the creative use of space and the vision to build more still? Aren't things supposed to never ever get completed in 3rd world countries?? Leon and Jackie are the most driven nationals I have ever met in any of the countries that I have visited. You will no doubt here more of the amazing ministry taking place in this country and it started with the courage of a young, innocent couple who followed God's calling to settle in a place where so many earthquake survivors fled, years and years after they started the original church, school and clinic.
Ben, who is the resident liaison for HOM pointed out, that if Leon lived in the States, he would've become a millionaire, maybe a few times over, because of the drive that fuels him. Jackie, Leon's wife, lovingly reflected that, "working with the poor and the needy is the greatest joy because they are the apple of God's eye. There is nothing greater than this because He loves them so much." Certainly a stark contrast to what might have been and what God tells someone otherwise, and most assuredly a supreme example for Stacey and I to serve under while we are here.
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