Our Father in heaven,
Hallowed be Your name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done
On earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our debts,
As we forgive our debtors.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
For Yours
is the kingdom and
the power and
the glory forever.
Amen.
Matthew 6: 9 – 13

If we begin to replace
my will be done
with
Thy will be done
amazing things occur

• 75 orphans find refuge in a safe home, with education and food on a steep hillside in Delmas under the loving care of beloved Haitian teachers

• Bags of rice grown in Haiti are delivered to an orphanage by a man who once lived in Brooklyn 35 years ago but now calls Hinche home, among orphaned children in Northern Haiti.

• A family from Montreal moves from Canada to Port au Prince and opens their home in Delmas to three children whose parents either died from illness or are too sick from HIV+ to care for them, and supply rice, beans and other items to over 100 families twice a week, as well as host medical and building teams from around the world who come to Haiti

• Thousands of men, women and youth from every country in the world are led to the epicenter of devastation from a catastrophic earthquake – to bring food, to grow food, partner with local women and men to support businesses, set up emergency medical services, partner with hospitals, drill wells, build homes, dig cisterns, provide engineering services, and to pour out love and encouragement, leaving their families, jobs and their communities for weeks and months at a time.

• Living on less than $2 a day, and often still calling the tent camps home, many men, women and children across Haiti rise up daily amidst incredible hardship to love and bless their neighbors – with prayers, a word of encouragement, rice and beans, clothing, and their helping hands and energy to projects of every kind under the sun to rebuild the city and heal lives

In Mega 4, a tent camp in Port au Prince that 6,000 people still call home, there is a woman named Malita. In less than 40 seconds when the earthquake struck Haiti, her home collapsed, and left her with injuries that included paralysis below the waist.

She has children, all under the age of 10.

She is in a wheelchair.

A stage 3 to 4 bedsore is an open wound on her backside.

She, and her children, are living in a tent, under the hot sun, with no running water, electricity or bathroom.

The Doctor and one Nurse depart from the medical clinic we are holding again at Mega 4, where we see 273 men, women and children, to visit Malita. They bring along supplies for a new catheter and bandages to change the dressings for her bed sore, along with tote bag full of vitamins, medicine, soap, bandages washcloths, toothbrushes.

On her bed, Malita is tenderly praising the Lord Christ Jesus, thanking Him for leading yet another team to visit her home in the middle of this huge tent camp surrounded by hills. She recognizes the face of the Doctor when she is turned on to her side facing him, as he has been led back to Haiti for his fifth time. She smiles, and shares with them that another prayer has been answered, her elderly mother has been able to come to see her. The Doctor and Nurse from our team do not have to change Malita’s dressing for her wound, or the catheter, as yet another prayer has been answered. Both have been changed by another Nurse sent by an organization who had been there earlier, and is also now training a local Haitian woman to do intermittent catheterization, which will allow Malita’s bladder to develop tone and facilitates complete voiding of the bladder. And they have now arranged for weekly visits to assist with the care of her bed sore and catheter.

Once a long time ago, we read a French philosopher in our studies in college, who wrote that God is dead, even to go as far as to say that He never existed. Some of my professors, and even colleagues I have worked with over the years have insisted that this is the case.

I would suggest a visit to Haiti. Haiti may be the poorest country in the western hemisphere, with many troubles and incredible heart break.

Yet keep your eyes open. Look carefully, and you will find the evidence is that God is alive and well. And answering prayer daily, even in hardest and most heartbreaking conditions of the tent cities of Port au Prince.

Look carefully, and you may find a pearl of great price right there in the tent camps and rubble.

This blog is our eyewitness account of what we have seen with our own eyes, what we have heard, what our hands have handled during the time we have been in Haiti and seen the heart of God in action – healing, speaking words of comfort, restoring, renewing, rebuilding, and creating new life.

And should you visit Haiti, ask the thousands of beloved men and women and children directly, who will testify to you, as they did with us each day, that right in the midst of this catastrophe and heart break He has given them freedom and

Peace for fear.
Hope for despair.
Strength for today.
Faith for tomorrow.
Comfort that does not come from human hands.
Beauty for ashes.

If you listen closely, you may even hear a song being sung day and night by paralyzed Malita, Mesi anpil Senye Dieu – Thank you so much Lord God.

Praising the One who gives to all in Haiti who desire it, faith and vision – to rebuild brick upon brick, life upon life, on the only foundation in the world that cannot be shaken – a nation, and a life built upon the The Cornerstone of the Lord Christ Jesus.