From Jody
That was Kenny Camacho’s response to little Kenny’s innocent query “how come your butt has cow poop on it”.
We were sitting on a lovely hillside, at 5,000 foot, enjoying a distinctly different climate…cool breeze, scent of pine trees. It was was a long 2nd bumpy ride in the back of the tap tap…but boy did we appreciate the sight seeing with the Manassero’s.
We busted up laughing.
Within 10 minutes, we were in an amazingly intense prayer session with a 75 year old woman, Marie Therese, that has lived her entire life on that hill, and recently lost a son and a grandchild. That’s how it seems to be in Haiti…lots of highs and lows and shifts of emotion.
Great day again, the feeding program was rather orderly. The kids loved the gliders and parachutes. Andy Guzik’s pied pipers were so good they were called for an encore. Andrew Hunter had them transfixed with his slight of hand magic tricks. The slide show was accompanied by “Preachers for Christ”, the quite talented band of MdL boys. We had chili dogs and Tang. Then we watched “Tangled”, projected on the wall of “the Bens” on a very clear, and comfortable evening. We served a garbage bag of popcorn, in red plastic cups. Perfect.
None of us have been too bothered by waking to no running water. I have to admit to letting myself getting pretty agitated by the other team that showed up at the Guest House last night, and headed for the airport this morning, leaving their trash, and sense of entitlement behind for us to pick up. Then I read Ephesians 4 this morning:
“Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love”.
Still working on that patience thing. And I think it helped us all to be a little more cognisant of how our actions can be perceived by others. They were good people, giving their time and talents and treasure to serve people in Haiti. We don’t have the corner on that market.
in fact, I have been amazed at the number of teams from America that I’ve seen this week. Add to that the UN, US Aid, Red Cross, World Vision and other NGO trucks seen every few minutes. Yet, it seems that what is needed are more people, like the Manasseros. Willing to do the really hard work to improve Haiti..one child, one heart, one soul, at a time. That requires patience, faith and a whole lot of Love…the verb kind of Love.
Looking forward to the trip home tomorrow. And planning the return.
