Growing and Learning

Whap! Exilia’s towel smacked against the side of her leg again. The sound echoed from the benches behind her as all the ladies swatted at the pesky mosquitos that seemed to fill the air.  The cute little incense coils had now smoked their way to mere ash piles in their unnoticeable efforts to keep at least a few mosquitos away.  The air was still and muggy. The sweat ran.  Children squirmed.   Exilia looked at me and smiled as she swatted a mosquito away from Bethany’s ankles, a smile of understanding, as if to say, we’re glad we’re here anyway.  We sang and enjoyed the Sunday morning message in spite of the potential distractions.

The hot, muggy conditions have made it a perfect time for the little biters to breed and accompany us for every service, but the mosquito population isn’t the only thing growing.  As we began a new series of baptism/membership classes on Friday, we were more than happy to have two new converts among those in attendance.

Remember the story about the fireball lady out in front of the church gate who was selling beer out of her cooler with her coke, and refused to admit that it could be wrong, as well as living with her latest boyfriend? Well, she’s one of them. She says she got rid of her boyfriend, she’s done with that old life, and she’s gotten right with God.  A new demeanor of meekness seems to bear witness of this inward change.

The other one is a very quiet young man whose girlfriend has been coming on Sundays for quite some time. He also says he’s done with the things of the world and ready to be sold out to God.  He and his girlfriend are both in the baptism class.

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Rain pounded on the metal roof while everyone sat quietly, unable to hear each other talk over the heavy sound.

We slipped into our seats, trying not to track too much mud across the floor.  We had been caught in the downpour while only halfway to church, and were glad to now be inside the dry building.  Ramou came in a few minutes behind us, looking like he was soaked to the bone.

While we sat and swatted mosquitos and waited for the rain to subside in order to start the service, I thought back to a year or so ago when a sudden rain shower had dumped buckets during a Sunday evening Bible study. That time, though, we were in the little stick church, without walls to keep the blowing rain out.  The service was almost over, but no one could leave during such a massive downpour. Before long,  the whole crowd of people were smashed tight onto half the benches, trying to get away from the water that blew through the palm leaves that were only good for making shade. After a short time of just listening to the rain on the roof, we decided to get our books back out and sing. And we sang! What a sound was lifted up to heaven while we all huddled together and sang our hearts out.

I smiled at the precious memory, but I was sure glad now for the sturdy block building we were in. I moved a little further from the window so the mist wouldn’t get baby Andrew wet.  Once the rain subsided, we carried on with another encouraging Bible study.

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“Abram, do you want to help me take this plate out to that man?” I asked. We were busy as usual, in the middle of a school day, and a little old man was out hoeing the garden in the sun. He had knocked on the gate that morning, hoe in hand, looking for work, so Barry set him to work on the weeds that were growing quickly with all the rain.  It was getting close to noon, and I hadn’t planned on making anything special for myself and the children for lunch, but I felt bad for this frail old man out working so hard. I didn’t have time for rice and beans, and I was anxious to get on with other things I had planned for the day, but I felt like I should feed him. Then I remembered last night’s spaghetti in the fridge. It was the perfect amount for a good size Haitian serving. I quickly heated it up, put the noodles on the plate, topped them neatly with the homemade sauce, and put a sweet muffin on the side for a little something extra. Abram was glad to help. The man was standing just out side the door waiting on his food and water. I opened the door so Abram could easily slip out and practice serving.  He didn’t make it far. Just as he was about to step out, the plate plummeted and it all went upside down. There sat the quick, yummy spaghetti, right where everyone steps with their pig barn shoes. The old man watched the whole thing.  Unsure of what to do, I stared for a moment, inwardly hoping he would say, “Aw that’s ok.” But he didn’t.

All he said was “He can’t carry it.” I apologized and said I’d have to make him more food.  “Yes.” He replied dryly.  Now there was no way out. He knew we intended to feed him, so my other plans would have to wait.  Another batch of spaghetti was the quickest thing on the menu.  Half an hour later I had another heaping plateful of spaghetti with homemade sauce, plenty of meat, and a coke with ice. This time I took it out myself and set it on the table, certain this little old guy would be so glad for a hot meal, especially since it was getting late. I sent one of the children to tell him we had food again. Without so much as a thank you or bowing his head to thank the Lord, he sat and started into his big plate of spaghetti. He only ate half of it.

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As news spread of another series of rioting and roadblocks, we knew we had to prepare a few things. The one major thing that we always need to have on hand is plenty of feed for the 100+ hogs that are on the little farm. It’s usually no problem to run to Port-au-Prince, load up the box truck, and come back. This time, there was a new challenge.

Heavy rainfall had caused significant damage to a bridge in Cabaret, right along Route National 1, the main stretch of blacktop. It was deemed impassable.  Taptaps that would normally run all the way to Port-au-Prince from Arcahaie were driving to the bridge, where people then unloaded, crossed to the other side, and got in another waiting vehicle on the other side.

Barry weighed his options. He would have to either drive far out of the way, through the mountains, which would be rather difficult in the box truck with all the weight and troublesome brakes. It could hardly be done. The other option was to call the feed place and see if they would have a truck available to meet him at the bridge.  Also a challenging option.

He decided to get in the box truck and head that way to see first hand what was going on with the bridge situation. He stopped at the bank first and withdrew money for several different uses. Any significant amount of Haitian Gouds creates a bit of a bulge in the pocket, and this time Barry had a bulge on each side.

When he stopped the box truck and got out to look at the bridge, there were two “helpful” young men right there to offer to show him where to go to get around.  They appeared to be heavily influenced by the American rap scene, and had the aura of genuine gangsters.  Or at least aspiring to be.  One of them stood shoulder to shoulder with him, nudging him toward a lane that Barry knew to be a dead end. They were adamant they wanted to show him the way across the river, but an inclination told Barry to decline their help and get back in the truck. They were persistent, and didn’t want to let him go.  He was finally able to get away by taking one of their phone number, with a promise to call when he was ready for their help.  

“Those men were going to rob you for sure,” a middle aged Haitian told him later that day as Barry recounted the incident.

It wasn’t long after that that we received word the bridge had been temporarily filled in and fixed enough use now, so Barry was able to zip to town, get the pig feed, and be safely back home in a half day. With fuel, pig feed, and rice on hand, we feel prepared to stay put for a while if the riots get bad again.

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The rioting did, in fact, begin on Sunday.  “We can’t ask Anouce to risk his life to come today,” Barry told me at the breakfast table that morning. Titanyen, where Anouce lives, is 30 minutes away and often the heat of the battle lies between us and him.  He definitely shouldn’t come.

“You’ll just have to preach in Creole,” I told him with a smile. “You’ll do fine.”  He’s been transitioning into it for months anyway,  and Anouce is often just there for help with phrasing things he’s not sure about.  So it was that Barry preached his second message ever in Creole, and did fine. After asking the church what they thought,  they said they like it better without having a translator and hearing right from Barry, even if his Creole isn’t perfect. However, since there are Americans who come about every other Sunday who aren’t fluent with the language, they decided that using Anouce every other Sunday would be good for a while. The progress is exciting!

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Here at the farm, where the mission house is, the animals are successfully reproducing and growing. We weren’t sure what to do with the rabbits that were almost too many to count, but we’ve now found a buyer.  Caribbean supermarket just bought a dozen of them butchered and ready to package, and said they’ll take all we can bring them.  The hogs now, are being taken to an American farmer who’s living in Haiti running a butcher shop.

After months of preparing the soil with manure, turning, hoeing, more manure, and more hoeing, we finally planted a little garden in the shade house that was put up in March. The soil is rich and loose. With all the rain in the evenings, we’re hoping it was the right time to see if we can grow some food!

Thanks for checking in with us again!  God hears your prayers and we are thankful for them!

Bondye beni ou!

April 2019 Update

"If I then, your Lord and Master, have washed your feet, ye also ought to wash one another's feet."

On the evening before His death, Jesus washed the feet of His disciples, then instructed that His followers would continue this practice to help us remember. Christ gave us a great lesson in performing this simple but profound act. This past Sunday, we had the opportunity to remember as we had an evening foot-washing and communion service with the church members here in Hostin, Arcahaie, Haiti. It was a first-time experience for some of them. Barry and Pastor Bazalet did well in explaining the significance of what we were doing.

 

The evening didn't get started without a hitch, as can be expected when satan wants to interfere with anything that is for the benefit of the Kingdom. Because of all the pollution, corruption, and confusion that has been cultivated in Haiti's churches over the years, we announced that morning that the coming evening service would be only for members of the church body, those who are converted and walking pure and holy in the sight of God. However, there was no small stir when someone outside of these parameters wanted to participate. It was difficult to have to restate what had already been explained, and we nearly lost a committed member for her frustration when we asked this other person to not participate. Once it was re-explained that communion is for the body of Christ and only to be taken with a clean heart, she understood, came back inside, and repented, without her angry mother whom she had defended.

From then on, the service flowed beautifully and was a wonderful time of drawing nearer to the Lord as one body. It ended with lots of hugs and greetings. I think it spoke strongly to the hearts of this little church fellowship!

We had a full house once again for a week while a group from both Kentucky and Indiana came to Haiti to stay with us. They were able to build a shade house (similar to a greenhouse, but keeps things cooler rather than warmer), as well as construct new, more permanent benches for the church building. We were blessed by their help with these projects and the week of fellowship!

We've also had a few visiting preachers over the last few weeks, while fellow missionaries from different parts of Haiti come to visit on various weekends. In two weeks' time we had Melvin Kauffman, who was here with the group from Kentucky, Joshua Showalter, from Liberty, Kentucky, but was here working with another mission, and Robert Stauffer, author of Worth Remembering and the Pastor at CAM here in Haiti. It seemed the church appreciated the new faces and thoughts.

Joshua Showalter shared an opening message

Pastor Robert Stauffer

As far as Barry's preaching efforts, the Lord has led him to be placing more effort and time with several different mountain churches, as unrest continues down in the cities and villages. Crime is drastically on the rise. It seems almost daily we hear about someone getting robbed or shot. More and more gangs are rising up and anti-government groups are forming bands and militias. Some of declared their mission to be to kill the police chief of every district. The government has issued a "shoot to kill" method in helping the police attempt to maintain some control.   What a blessing to be in God's protecting hands!


We would like to thank everyone who contributed to the effort of getting the box truck and all of its contents sent down here.  Although the truck itself is still in the lot waiting on customs, most of the items have been unloaded and brought to the mission house. There was a lot of excitement when we plugged in the ringer washer and watched its washing power, as well as seeing all the other many useful items and food that came.

Many thanks to all who contributed, and thank you all for your prayers and support!

March Update

"I stand amazed in the presence of Jesus the Nazarene..." the group sang as the vehicle was maneuvered through the obstacle course of large tree branches, rocks, the remains of burned tires, and overturned vehicles. They were driving down Route National 1 on the way to the airport, and they were the only vehicle on the roads. Most missions had already evacuated their American staff...by helicopter. It wasn't an option for this group in order to make their flight that was scheduled for the following day, so they rose up early and left just as the sun was peeking out to make a run for it before the rioting began again.

It was a few days into another round of violent protests orchestrated by a rebel group that wants Haiti's president to leave his office. We were low on diesel fuel and propane, and a major fuel shortage was sweeping the country into disarray. As a family, we were preparing to buckle down and stay for the worst of it, feeling that running away and leaving the growing church family here would be a poor testimony of loving each other. However, for those that were just visiting, leaving was the best option. Several times along the dangerous trek, Steve, Nate, and Alex had to get out of the vehicle to move objects or wires that were obstructing the truck from passing through. More than once Barry had to ask for "help" in order for the rebels to let them pass. The way seemed to open up as the parting of the Red Sea, and eight people were delivered thankfully to the airport.

But then Barry had to drive back home. By now more of the gangsters were rising from their late sleep and heading back out to the road, alcohol in hand. Its well known that they don't let just anyone through the roadblocks. Barry was able to talk to them again, many times, just saying, "Hey, can you help me? I need diesel?" (Which was true.) When they felt like he was in the suffering with them, they always let him pass. We were so thankful to see him arrive safely home that morning!

The riots continued for 10 straight days. For a country of people who live day to day, that was a real battle. No markets, no stores, no movement in Haiti, the rebels demanded. Just as Barry was emptying the last, long-stretched bag of pig feed to his nearly 100 pigs, they stopped the roadblocks and he was able to buy pig feed and diesel for the trucks and generator. We never had to haul canal water, the pigs all survived. Praise God!

Building Projects

Thankfully, work continued on the projects despite the potential challenges. In February the trusses for the church were built on-site, and within a few days the roof was on and finished. A few weeks later, when the final finish was completed on the floor, the benches were moved out of the little stick church and into the new, sturdy, block church house. What a change from the palm leaf walls!

Progress also continues on the orphanage, which has its second floor taking shape and should be ready for the roof before long. Pastor Bazalet's house is very near completion.

A full Sunday morning in the new building

Below: Barry, Nate, Steve, and Piker working on the new roof

The orphanage, nearly ready for the second-floor roof

The Church Body
After another series of discipleship classes, two new members were added to the body. Belizer (Bel-EE-zay) is a mid-50s father with nearly grown children. His wife comes on Sunday mornings, but he's trying to get her more involved and on the same page with the vision for the church and his family. The other member is Exilia, a widow of about 70, who comes by herself (or occasionally with her young grandson) across the river from Barbancourt. Both new members have already been 

baptized in the faith. They're both a blessing to the congregation!

The church family has grown in another way, in a sense, by the addition of a three-year old girl to Antonia's household. Dutchess is Antonia's great niece, but for the past several months she has been bringing her along to church, both Sundays and evening Bible studies. Just recently, however, Antonia informed us that Dutchess' mother had turned her care over to Antonia. As the third of four children each with a different father, her young, wayward mother readily handed her over. Now Dutchess will grow up calling Antonia "Mama" while her real mother is just around the small block. As grievous as it is to imagine how a mother could give up her child, we can see that her future looks much brighter in Antonia's care.

On various Sundays, we've been blessed with visitors coming from different parts of Haiti. We've had missionaries from CAM as well as a family from up north come to visit and spend the day in fellowship. All of them in addition to our visitors from the church back home, we've had every bench full on Sundays!

Other Activities

With all the visitors we've had since January, we were also able to have help with different projects. Some of those included putting meat in the freezer. Denny's family helped us butcher a couple dozen chickens, and when Steve and Nate were here, their families helped us get a good load of bullk sausage put up. With the price and sanitation risks that come with purchasing meat here, and the inconvenience of trying to bring it down from the States, this is a tremendous blessing!

There are still Bible studies at different mountain churches every week, as well as five meetings every week at our church here in Hostin. Ministering to the church body, caring for the little farm, and raising a young family keeps us plenty busy!

Antonia ready to butcher a pig. She bought it during the roadblocks, then walked around the neighborhood with a wheelbarrow piecing it out and selling it.

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Checking over the completed task of adding some shade to the back porch where groups sit to eat.

Two little goats came home one day nearly dead, because their mother, Renaldson's goat, wouldn't let them nurse. There was a lot of effort put forth to save them, but they didn't make it.

"What's the best way to go about this?"

We are thankful for the support, as well as the help we had with all the different projects that visiting families helped us with! We appreciate continued prayer as we endeavor to continue this mission!

On Mango Trees

The last few weeks have been filled with the usual events that occur with life in Haiti, as well as some of the unexpected. It was a blessing to have Barry's parents visit us for a week. Before that, we were all quite shocked when we heard the news of Gerald Miller’s sudden passing.  We attended a beautiful memorial service which was held for him at the CAM base in Titenyen.   After experiencing the loss of a parent just a few months ago, I really felt for his daughter who serves here in Haiti. If we can see a blessing in the whole tragic situation, one such is that she was able to be with her dad during his final days. For those who don’t know what happened, here’s the story, briefly, as was sent to us:

Gerald (55) and Rachel Miller, from Holmes County, OH flew to Haiti on Tuesday, December 11 to visit their daughter, Jana and Jerry Troyer & family who live at CAM’S base in Titenyan.

Their visit coincided with a work team. The building project was finished Friday morning, so in the afternoon, Jerry and Gerald took the boys snorkeling. The team included: Titus Beachy IN, Justin Jantzi KY, Matt Yoder WI, and Micah Yoder NY. They drove approximately 50 miles north to the “Free Spot,” that generally offers calm and pristine waters.

The boys and Gerald snorkeled for 15-20 minutes. It was windy, and the water was rough and cloudy. When Titus turned around to head back to shore, he passed within 10-15 feet of Gerald. It seems that Gerald was perched on some coral and was cleaning his snorkel and goggles. Gerald then voluntary reentered the water.

All four boys made their way to shore, but Gerald was still about 100 yards out. Jerry asked, “Is he alright?” They watched for a minute and noticed that he was face down and they could no longer see his snorkel. (Approximately five minutes from the time Titus passed him).

Three boys swam out and found him floating and unresponsive. They brought him to shore and began CPR. He vomited immediately. They found a faint pulse for about a minute, but he didn’t respond.

They continued doing CPR while driving to a hospital 15 minutes north.  The doctors worked on him a little longer, but he did not regain consciousness.

No one knows exactly what happen. Gerald was a good swimmer and did not appear in distress. Stacy, the director of the Hero Ambulance service indicated it could have been cardiac arrest.

It took much longer than desired to get his body back to the States, but they were finally able to have visitation and a funeral service during the last week of December. Our hearts and prayers are still with the family. 

Here in Arcahaie, the buildings are still moving along smoothly. The walls of the church building are taking shape, and it will soon be ready for trusses and a metal roof. Yesterday they worked hard putting a concrete roof on the little parsonage. The orphanage has the foundation completed and the electritions are working to get things in place before the floor is poured. The purchase of an efficient, diesel powered cement mixer has been a big help, taking away the need to mix with only shovels in a hole. 

Putting the roof on the house for Pastor Bazalet 

The front of the church with the start of a porch

The church building taking shape

While men labor to construct a physical structure in which to meet and worship, the body of the church is being labored for as well.

There was one major change this past week that was sad to see, but necessary for the good of the church. Our translator of more than two years, Franz, has chosen to go a different direction doctrinally and spiritually, so he has been released from his position. For now, our old friend Anouce, our original translator that quit to attend a type of seminary training, is back with us again. The long drive home to Titanyen in the dark evenings is a great struggle for him, so time will soon tell if he is the one for the task. We desire to have someone not to just translate, but to be a part of the church and in the same accord. Unfortunately, we don't have any members that are able to do the task, so we are seeking the Lord's direction on the matter.

Anouce, in the center, translating Thursday evening

We have lots of different people coming, some faithfully, some not. Another group is desiring membership and taking the 8 week session which details what's involved in that. One very old, delicate couple have joined the body without taking the class, as we could see that they are quite far from desiring the things of this world, but rather suffering to finish their course in this life.  They have a lot to complain about, but we just don't really hear it from them. They are elderly, skin and bones, and the dear lady is crippled and often too sick to come to church. Their rented shack is nearly falling down, and the roof leaks on their dirty, ragged bed. She cooks their meager rations from her wheel chair, and he cleans her when she soils herself.  Seeing them is enough to strike a chord of sympathy in even the hardest of hearts. As God leads, we're trying to help them spiritually and physically.

Myse & Mme Toujou

The Thursday evening Bible studies are a time when we can see evidence of growth in the believers who were baptized.  When we first started meeting, nobody knew anything about the Bible. Now there are some who can not only find a reference quickly, but can also quote verses and where they are found. Renaldson is even learning some of them well enough that he can tell us the reference after hearing the verse in English. 

What an encouragement to know that God is able to take a scraggly, 20, 40, or 50-year-old, thorny shrub and turn it into a beautiful mango tree. There are a handful of those trees now.  The real mango trees in our backyard are coming into a time of fruit-bearing, likewise some of the new converts are showing evidence of putting God first in their lives.

Lord-willing, the great task of starting up fresh little seedlings will begin when the orphanage starts to take in young children. How much easier is it to help a tree grow straight when we begin small, give it plenty of food and direct sonlight, and set some stakes to pull it upright if it starts to bend sideways? What a tremendous job to be done, but a blessing to help a young child without parents, without love, and without hope, and teach him to be a soldier of the cross!

Little children from the mountain

We look forward to more families coming to see what's happening here this winter, and welcome you to start planning your visit, too! (with the Lord's leading.) There is always plenty to eat and plenty to see. It can be eye-opening to experience such a vast change in culture and surroundings. In the mean time, prayers are invaluable!

Bondye beni nou!

Breaking Ground; A Quick Look at the Building Projects

Almost immediately when we returned to Haiti, the work began on the future church building and orphanage, and continued on a small house for Pastor Bazalet.    For Barry, managing such a project isn't without glitches and trials, but things are mostly moving along nicely.  These projects, like before, are a good opportunity to employ some people from church, some old neighbors and usual go-to guys, as well as get to know and witness to a good number of others. 

Just outside the walls near the work-site is a good place to sit and have a visit with some of the ladies who attend church with us there. Sometimes its a blessing, and other times it's mind-blowing. Some of their extended family members like to hang around, and for lack of better words, "let it all hang out." However, this does also give a nice chance to be a light. Some of them have started coming to church and seem to be learning.

Unfortunately, there are cases that seem almost hopeless. Right outside the gate every morning while the work is going on, a 30-something lady, a regular attendee at church, sets up a little cooking shack and sells fried breadfruit and other various fried foods. She's a lady that will sing her heart out whether in a service or outside. She's heard all about sin, repentance, and redemption. She's asked for us to make her dresses. She's asked for baptism. But, she's also got a fiery temper and a stubborn will. When she was asked about her four children and their four different fathers whom are all nowhere to be found, she said that's not something that needs to be repented of because it was good for her. She got a blessing from those actions (her children.) The next day, she had beer in her cooler of drinks for sale. When she was asked not to sell them as she was on church property, she refused, because in her opinion, beer is good. When she finally sees the light, she'll be able to use all that fire for the Kingdom. In the mean time, may the Lord grant us the wisdom to know how to handle her.

A view of the existing "Little stick church" behind the recently dug outline for the new building.

Discussing building plans with the boss and Pastor Bazalet

Dumping rocks to form the foundation

Frido, an old friend and neighbor, works to bend wire to hold the re-bar together.

He's also been a school teacher, but he's thankful for any work he can get.

Taken from inside the existing church; the foundation is done and the center is being leveled and prepared for concrete.

The small building on the other side is a latrine/bathroom that still needs finished.

A house for Pastor Bazalet to live in is taking shape within the same walls as the church.

There's still a long way to go and likely some daily trials ahead while this project continues, as well as the many regular church events and meetings, and still traveling to preach. Thank you for your support and prayers!

Getting Resituated

The sun is still shining in Haiti!  Just as the cold, cloudy days become commonplace in the Midwest November that we left behind, the warmth and blue skies can soon be taken for granted on the other end.   I recall looking forward to our sunny walks to church while we were rushing to get inside out of the frigid rain in Indiana, and it makes me glad once again for the continually beautiful (albeit quite warm sometimes) weather here in Haiti.

Not only is the sun still shining, but the little church is still coming together here in Hostin, Arcahaie. Not only the three regular meetings they had before, but three new meeting times have been added as well.  They’re now holding twice weekly, 5am prayer meetings, as well as a leadership training meeting for those interested in pursuing the ministry. Barry said the prayer meetings are quite a blessing.  It is still completely dark out as brethren gather under the metal roof and begin to sing.  They had already begun to sing as he was finding his way through the quiet darkness approaching the church property. Their voices were all that could be heard, and it was quite inviting to hear that sound    At such a time!

All of these meetings are more precious at such a time as this, when the country, once again, is turning itself upside down with riotous behavior for the sake of politics.  The riots were becoming so violent that people began to question whether we should even go back to Haiti when we did , that it might be worth canceling our tickets.  Under the Lord’s direction we still felt led to go, and landed safely in late afternoon of November 20th. Ramos, who always comes to pick us up at the airport, said there was no possible way he could come.  Earlier in the week he had been robbbed on his way to buy pig feed, and he wasn’t about to try to come again just yet.

After some time waiting in the airport while Barry made some more phones calls, another couple we know was able to pick us up and take us to a nearby guesthouse. They had just flown in that morning and were also picking their daughter and a friend up that same evening. The place we stayed was only 5 minutes from the airport, and the route was clear as we made our way there just as nightfall made the situation more ominous.

We stayed there two nights before Ramos could make the trip. The leaders of the rebellion called for a “ceasefire” so that citizens could spend a day finding food and making a little money. We made a quick stop at the grocery store on the way, but by 11am nearly all the perishable foods were picked over. We got a bag of rice and a few vegetables and hurried home in the back of the tap-tap style Land Cruiser. I’m pretty sure it was the fastest Ramos had ever driven with passengers in tow.  We would have been easy, obvious prey for anyone on the lookout for Americans to pester, but as usual the angels of the Lord were round about us. I sang that Psalm to myself all the way home as a reminder of how we’ve always been safe and protected.

Once we were back at the mission house, a different battle was on, but this one was only with the dust that had gathered on every imaginable inch of the house after three months of non-use. With Katie and Saloma’s hard work, we’re gaining some headway. The little ants, however, might be succeeding in taking over. Yikes!  I’m so thankful to have the extra help along with all there was to do! I’m afraid I had underestimated when I thought about how we might’ve found the house. They’ve both been a temendous blessing with all of that, and even all the adjusting with getting a family with four little ones settled back in. It’s all new for Andrew, and he had some days that he just wanted to be rocked and held.

Barry jumped right back into the swing of things and is blessed to be preaching up North this weekend with Stanley Fox. He’s hoping to make it back in time for Bible study tonight. We’re thankfuk for all the prayers that lifted us up as we were able to get back safely! I want to take another opportunity to thank everyone immensely for all that was done while we were in the States during a roller coaster time in our lives. Your prayers and deeds of love and kindness are too many to write here!

P.S. Bear with me as a try to get more detailed posts done, too. The internet signal, or lack thereof, is one more thing to “readjust” to.

Baptisms!

What an exciting day for the Kingdom today!  Nearly a year after the first service was held at the little stick church here in Arcahaie, and after seven weeks of baptism classes, four men and three women were added to the fold this morning.  

Some of them have been with us since the start, while others started coming a little further down the line. They are all evidence of God's mighty power to change hearts and lives.   They each had the opportunity to share his or her own testimony at the morning service, which was quite touching. 

Allow me to briefly introduce these brothers and sisters to you. 

Herode, a man full of questions and a desire to learn. In his mid 30s, he has one little boy with his "madam,"   who also attends regularly. She had already been baptized previously, and confesses straying for a time but now returning her dedication to the Lord. Although not married, these two were one of the couples who agreed to abstain from intimacy until they were soundly converted, baptized, and married rightfully before God. 

Jeraldson, a young man who has made an outstanding turn around and come out of the woodwork as a stand out in his desire to do God's will. He's thankful for every piece of Bible literature he receives, and has been a real encouragement and blessing in the last few weeks. 

Reynaldson, at 17, was the first one to say "I'm ready." He had some issues to work through, but with counseling and much time growing, his fruit is evident. He lives just across the narrow gravel road from the church with his adoptive mom and twin brother. 

McClawd came a little later onto the scene, invited by his long-time girlfriend, Jilline.  He was resistant to change for some time, but it seems as though he's submitted, broken through his hindrances and allowed God to change his heart.  

Jilline, the first woman to confess her desire to serve the Lord nearly a year ago. She comes from a family of voodoo, and should have been handed the reins in a powerful position, but she turned her back on it all to give her heart to God.  She opened her testimony with a song, and cried as she sang "Jesus delivered me."  I'm amazed at the joy that radiates from her, as well as how many people she has shared her new found faith with while inviting them to church. She and McClawd would like to be married and have a Godly home trying to raise the children they already have together. 

Jilline singing with tears "Jesus Delivered me" to begin her testimony of salvation

Mari Lourde (like Mary Lou) is another amazing piece of evidence of God's hand at work. She shared in her testimony about how mad she was the second time she came to this church and a bench fell on her leg. She was so upset she left before the service was over and said she would NEVER come back. After missing one Sunday, the Lord wouldn't have it and the Spirit called her back to church. A few Sundays later, she was broken in repentance before God and the pastors.  The evidence of new joy was incredible after that. She hasn't been without struggles, as her family has opposed many of her changes, but I see her coming through shining. 

Antonia, Reynaldson's adoptive mom, has a testimony of the Lord changing her heart and making her joyful and forgiving, especially to a sister she had struggled with for a long time, and freeing her from sin. She's very outgoing and loves children, although she's never had any of her own. 

After the testimonies and closing the service at the church, everyone loaded into the Mission's box truck and headed to LaDigue. There is a place where the mountain meets the lowland, and the river that feeds a huge area of Arcahaie is diverted into different canals to be sent off in varying directions.  It's a very public area, but the children that had been using the desired spot for a swimming whole were briefly diverted from their fun, and we were able to continue the baptism service without much trouble. 

After each one was baptized, the pastors commissioned them and prayed with them.  We closed the service by singing "Mwen vle Sanble Jezi."  (I want to be like Jesus.) 

After hugs, handshakes, and "God bless you's" we loaded back up and returned to the church to unload everyone. We came home uplifted and encouraged that the day went so well. It has taken much labor to get here, and God has shown himself faithful. 

"Be not weary in well doing, for in due time ye shall reap, if ye faint not." 

We know the battle is not over! There are many adversaries and it's only just beginning! These seven people need prayer and support like never before.  They need to know that there are people with them on the journey.  

And the Lord won't stop with them. People were touched by what they saw and heard today, and the Lord is allowing hearts of other regular attendees to be turned and softened. 

Pray for Barry and Pastor Bazalet as they council and guide these souls, that they could direct them only onto the straight and narrow! 

After the first part of the service, at the church house, we asked if they wanted to take some pictures

to share with the congregation at home.

A Joyful Day!