The Power's Out.

It’s Sunday night and I don’t have to go to school tomorrow. I’m pretty sure I’ve never been more thankful for Christopher Columbus and his discovering America! Although, he didn’t technically discover “America” but he’s totally worth a day off of school! Anyway, after my plans to attend the Ranger game got nixed I thought I’d spend this cool, cloudy evening curled up on the couch watching something on Netflix. Just as I was about to wrap up some “chores” and head for the couch the lights began to flicker and then the power went out. According to the electric company it’s going to be at least 2 hours before it comes back on. Let’s just say that I was very frustrated by the fact that I had nothing to do but sit in the dark. As I was straightening up some things on my dresser by the light of my iPhone (thank you Steve Jobs), I remembered Haiti. So instead of just sitting in the dark I’m going to attempt to blog about my trip to Haiti...we’ll see how long my laptop battery (thank you Steve Jobs) lasts.

I’ve been meaning to sit down and blog about my trip to Haiti for um, well, a really long time! I just haven’t gotten around to it for some reason. Probably mostly because I don’t want to admit how much that trip made me realize that my life is full of luxuries. And if I put it on the blog, then maybe I’ll have to do something about that. Unfortunately, the frustration I just experienced about not having any electricity is a sure sign of how quickly I can revert to my old ways even after being deeply impacted by the conditions and people of Haiti. So, I’ll tell you about Haiti and I hope that by doing so it will hold me accountable to living a little more thankful, a little more intentional, and little more aware of God’s incredible blessings.

One Saturday morning in early August, seven of us left very early to spend a week in Haiti building a house for a family who’s former home was destroyed in the January 2010 earthquake. We arrived in Port-Au-Prince in the late afternoon and were immediately face-to-face with the 18 month-old destruction. Directly across the street from the airport was a "tent-city" where many people who lost their homes have lived for over a year and a half. They have literally lived under big blue and gray tarps for a year and a half.





After a very long and bumpy ride up the mountain we arrived at the Baptist Haiti Mission in Fermathe. It was already dark so we didn't get to see much of the mission that night. We ate dinner, checked out our accommodations for the week and pretty much called it a night. We stayed in a building that was one big room and two smaller "bedrooms" with bunk beds. There were windows on the building but they don't have glass so everything is pretty open. We went to sleep that night with the sound of all kinds of creatures doing what they do at night. Our bathroom was outside and about 20 feet down the sidewalk. I don't know how all of that sounds to you, but it was way better than I had anticipated!

The next morning we were awoken by the sounds of singing at the church...it was about 6:30 am. Talk about an early service! We got up and attended an English-speaking Bible study and then the "late" worship service at the church. The service was entirely in Creole and it was long. And we don't speak Creole so it felt even longer! Another side note, we were definitely underdressed! The Haitians take their Sunday best very seriously. We later learned that many of them walk miles to church barefoot so that their shoes will still look nice when they get there. We spent the rest of Sunday just kind of hanging out and resting up for the big week ahead. Here are pictures of some things around the mission...






Monday morning came and it was time to get to work. We did take a tour of the mission before we got started. I was amazed at the mission and all that it does to equip the people to help themselves have a better way of life. There is a hospital, a school, a church, a bakery, restaurant, and lots of other little ways for people to learn a trade. I think there should be places like the Baptist Haiti Mission all over the world...such a neat way to meet the needs of the whole person and still have the opportunity to share the gospel with them. After our tour, we loaded up on the back of a flat-bed truck and held on for dear life as we road up and down the worst roads I've ever seen. Once we arrived at the site we met the crew and then got started. We moved a ton of cinder blocks from there to here to there. The Haitians really did most of the "skilled" work so we just jumped every time we heard one of them yell "blok" or "mochi." Mochi was the concrete mixture used to cement the blocks into place. The walls went up pretty quickly and by the end of the day we were totally exhausted.

Tuesday through Friday was more of the same. Lots of block and mochi moving. We also put stucco on all the inside and outside walls. The roof, doors, and lock went on and that was pretty much it. This was basically a one-room house that eight people will live in. There's no electricity (hmmm), no plumbing, no gas. It's basically just a roof over this family's head. But this family was so proud of their new home.








We usually had a crowd of on-lookers watching us work. If you heard them say something about the blancs, you knew they were talking about us. I don't think they see many white people up in their part of the mountain and because of the misuse of billions of aid dollars that have gone to Haiti the people there are a little skeptical and resentful of Americans. Despite all that, the on-lookers inched closer and closer to us as the week went on. Getting to know the kids who were there kind of became my mission and when I tried my Creole out on them, they usually laughed. We still managed to communicate and by the end of the week the kids were all around us and even helping out with the house. We sang songs, took pictures and video of them (which they loved), and just tried to have fun with them. Here are the kiddos...






Interacting with the kids definitely was the highlight and most meaningful part of the trip for me. I just kept thinking...they have NOTHING and that's ok with them. I have SO MUCH and it's usually not enough! There's a big disconnect there for me! On one hand, visiting a place like Haiti made me realize how incredibly blessed I am. On the other hand, visiting a place like Haiti makes me think twice about how I spend my time, how I spend my money, and the things I worry about. I am overwhelmingly blessed and I want to do my best to honor God with all that He's given me. It's definitely good for me to remember Haiti...often.