English Class

Robert's group at english class

God is doing some wonderful things here in Haiti. It will be interesting when we get home to find out who is changed the most. My guess is the people here is Haiti will remember us fondly as the hard working, crazy Canadians, but we will be forever change by the people that we have met and can now call our friends.

Today we helped in the intermediate english class that Pastor Debbie teaches. It was another incredible experience that God allowed us to take part in. We split into small groups and spent time with a few people, so when we came back for lunch we all had great stories to tell from our time.
This afternoon was spent with more manual labour and it was good to work and come home covered in dust. We were working close to the road and I am convinced that the Haitian drivers speed up just to create more dust.
This morning the first of two containers that hold the new church building arrived at the property! Pray the other makes it tomorrow!
I am going to close with a poem that one of the students wrote just after the earthquake...

Thank you for all your prayers.

Black day,
Edge of night
Hope no tomorrow.
A song of pity
Rang my fargile ears
Mothers who weep blood
Weeping water
Blood as a sacrifice
Purpose of this cursed decor
That beautifies our landscape
In a tincture of pain.
The setting sun
Cursed those men
Black colour
and reddened fears
Dasy of misery
Day of wrath
a cloud of dust
wet the humid air
The world is changing
Haiti is perishing!
The roaring loudly
Harmonized our minds,
Reversed and unstable
Bodies crushed under the weight
Houses collapsed
The blood flows freely
Port au Prince to chaos
And it continues
With tears in eyes
And yes we are...
Viewers of disaster!
Crumbling schools
Universities engulfed
Education goes up in smike.
And here...
In a flash all has changed
The wood is ash
House dust and
The night looks bleak
Clam as the wind,
Silent as silence
Souls who sleep
Eyes closed, eyes wide open
But only...
The sunlight of the day
On yesterday's nightmare
Tan these bodies
Lying in the street
Lying in the ground
Oxygen mortified
Polutted by the smell
Dead cool
And it's done...
We woke up
Yet this dream is real
And still the same decor
While most of disbelief
We believe!
A spirit of despair
Lived in our hearts damaged
A rain of tears
Washed our eyes
All is lost,
Everything is destroyed
There is hope.
The wind held its breath
And make room for silence.
Air sprinkled our heads
Freshness of God

While water

Wind our heard with its sweet comfort breeze

But in vain...

There are now

One hope

One dream

One desire

Die!

But hope is still alive!

By Lionel St Jean

Clean water free for the community as a gift from the church!

HOPE. Everywhere you look in Haiti there is despair, but with every Christian I meet you see a great vision and Hope for their country. God is in this place!