Haiti. Part six.

Posted: August 26, 2010 in Haiti Mission Trip

Ahh Saturday. The day of rest, the ultimate scenario, the first day of the glorious weekend, a day like any other day in Haiti. Saturday did not feel like the weekend in the slightest. In fact, there was absolutely no difference whatsoever in the daily life, commotion or commute of the people around us. It was like they didn’t realize that they were supposed to be sleeping in. Life is so incredibly different over there.

We had yet another session of VBS to do. But not for the kids surrounding the neighborhood area. This time we took our team to Pastor Lemoine’s church where many children had gathered to watch us throw together what we had prepared. Watch us they did. It was amazing to see the contrast of the attitudes and manners of the children raised in the church rather than on the streets. They did what they were told, listened and were very orderly. Everyone stayed in their seat and made it an extremely pleasant experience for all of us. We had so much fun doing those three crazy songs over and over again. We would get so good at the hand motions that we would improvise and do our own which were much cooler than the ones originally shown to us of course.

We played an indoor volleyball game under the tarps that served as the church roof. The main church building had been devastated by the earthquake so the church gathered under a makeshift tent made of many tarps tied together over a courtyard. It served its purpose, and even added a plus to the volleyball game as it kept the ball from going far out of reach. The “ball” we were using was an inflatable beach ball. But that only made it more obnoxious to play.

We did our teachings, lessons, crafts, games, dramas, and puppets. Eventually though, we ran out of things to do. We were waiting for one of our leaders to get back from dropping off his rental car and he would not return. It was taking a long time and all of us were at a loss of what we should do next. So once again we cranked on our most obnoxious song we had and just started to dance. The kids didn’t quite know what to do with themselves at first. I guess watching all these white people who never had a dancing lesson in their life trying to show off their rhythm was a tad scary. But eventually I think they figured out what we were trying to do and jumped right in. It was very fun.

We prayed for them when it was all over. I don’t know exactly how many children raised their hands for salvation but it was a good amount. Once again, this was what we came here for. This is what God intended for us to do. Seeing all those hands in the air gave me hope for Haiti’s future.

After leaving the church we went back to out base at the orphanage and waited for plans that might possibly be carried out. But we could never know for sure. There was always not enough cars, or not enough people wanting to go, or too many people wanting to go. Well, a trip up a mountainside was in debate. The trucks to carry us wouldn’t be there until dinner time and even then it would be dark by the time we got up the mountain and we could only take about half our group. It worked out though. Not everyone wanted to go and some stayed at the orphanage and rested while me and the other half drove up the mountain in those old Land Rovers. I stood up in the back of the one with the cage. The breeze was welcome but the exhaust fumes and dirt from the road clogged up one’s nose, lungs, everything. It was horrible.

After getting a little farther uphill however, the air started to mellow and we would get a whiff of fresh air every now and then. There were patches of villages along the road we were taking. Some parts were just mountainside and forest while some areas had pretty large buildings for being at such a high elevation and steep angle. We drove past each of these without stopping however. We just kept climbing further and further up the side of one of Haiti’s mountain ranges.

Finally we stopped at a place that had an overlook viewing the city of Port-au-Prince. It was very dark out though and all one could see was the mist and no further than thirty feet away the mist shrouded everything. The drive up through the mist was eerie, like something out of Jurassic Park. No dinosaurs this time though. Although I had seen so much in Haiti that a velociraptor running across the headlights probably would not have alarmed me very much.

Looking out over what would have been a beautiful view of Port-au-Prince and the bay during sunset, we were just about to turn around when suddenly the fog cleared, and the lights of the city lit up the night. Thousands upon thousands of tiny specks of blue, white, orange, yellow, and red filled the valley below. Like blanket that covered half the city, the inky-black sea snuffed out the shimmering, glowing wall of brightness. It was amazing to behold. And if one looked just far enough, they could see the last color in the day, the dark, dark amber orange of the sun’s rays on the far horizon saluting us with its last farewell.

This was our last night in Haiti.

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