Once again, there is a pile of medical supplies in our living room. The team is preparing to fly out tomorrow, some going to Jeremie, some to Carrefour. Those plans could change at any given moment, depending on the needs once they are on the ground in Haiti. Pray for the Bartow, Carbone and Moulton families, for those staying here, and those flying out.
Bry and the kids spoke at the United Methodist church in Corinth this morning and will speak at the community worship service tonight in Lake Luzerne. Travis and Kate are scheduled to speak at the local high schools this week. Now, Travis will be speaking alone since Kate is leaving again. Not his favorite thing to do, but nonetheless, the task falls to him this time. Keep him in your prayers...that his voice would ignite compassion and action in our young people.
I believe that putting into action whatever God has breathed into our hearts is where it's at. It is the thing that separates those who practice religion, from those who believe.
I had the privilege of praying with a young man last week who is from another country. He was expressing his great grief in "slowly losing his faith" since coming here to the U.S.A. He says it is too hard to be a real christian here because it's easy to just go to church and come home, week after week. He said, "there is nothing for me to do here." In his home country, he serves every day at an orphanage. It is his faith working itself out in action that keeps him strong and alive. And of course, it is also the love of his life!
I know there is stuff to do here. That's not the point. But I do understand where he's coming from. And I believe we were created to do more than we think we can do.
I John 3:16-18 "We know what real love is because Jesus gave his life up for us. So we also ought to give up our lives for our brothers and sisters. If someone has enough money to live well but shows no compassion---how can God's love be in that person? Dear children, let's not merely say that we love each other, let us show the truth by our actions."
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
The news from Carrefour is sooo good! A big overhead tent has been set up, and there is cooperation between other area leaders so the number of people being treated has increased to 2,200! There is talk of a full-blown hospital! Some nurses have begun to branch out to other areas, with the operation in Carrefour being their source for medical supplies to other areas of Port-au-Prince. Pray for food, however, which is getting harder to come by in Gonaive to bring into Carrefour.
Bryan is flying out from Albany on Monday, and from Ft. Lauderdale on Tuesday with Amy Carbone (a physician's assistant), Duane Moulton (owner of a cement contracting business) and Kate (who will help orient and assist Amy in Jeremie). Bryan plans to divide his time between Carrefour and Jeremie. Hopefully Jon can puddle-jump with a plane between these two regions of Haiti.
My uncle used to say, "In Haiti, you never say you will do such and such. You say you will try." But it's pretty amazing what God can do with people who try. I counted and rolled all the change that our young people collected in only a couple days. It was $513.00...that will feed a lot of Haitians....just some little kids...
Bryan is flying out from Albany on Monday, and from Ft. Lauderdale on Tuesday with Amy Carbone (a physician's assistant), Duane Moulton (owner of a cement contracting business) and Kate (who will help orient and assist Amy in Jeremie). Bryan plans to divide his time between Carrefour and Jeremie. Hopefully Jon can puddle-jump with a plane between these two regions of Haiti.
My uncle used to say, "In Haiti, you never say you will do such and such. You say you will try." But it's pretty amazing what God can do with people who try. I counted and rolled all the change that our young people collected in only a couple days. It was $513.00...that will feed a lot of Haitians....just some little kids...
Friday, January 29, 2010
More from Heidi
There is something very powerful about sitting down at someone's feet. Washing their wounds. Bandaging them up. I could feel it with every man, woman and child. It reminded me of the story of Jesus, washing his disciples' feet. If Jesus could do this, then I could. He was human...like me.
The Haitians offered us chairs but it didn't seem right. What seemed natural was kneeling in the dust, surrounded by many eyes. They in the chair. Their dusty feet, naked and calloused.
I loved praying for them. It made me wonder why my prayers for my friends, neighbors and strangers have been so few.
Refugee Situation in Jeremie
Dieudonne is guessing perhaps 20,000 have arrived...maybe more.
In my cousin Lori's words, "You know, the earthquake killed a lot of people...but the earthquake didn't kill A LOT of people."
Welcome Home Dr. Gerdes!
Patrick Gerdes is slightly shell-shocked and overwhelmed, like everyone who has gone to Haiti to help. He says it is absolutely impossible for there to be enough health care workers in Haiti right now. He says the whole countryside has become a hospital and that the difficulty in transporting patients to hospitals with better care is one of the most necessary and immediate needs. His expertise as an anesthesiologist was stretched beyond what he was comfortable doing.
His first day on the ground, he examined a four-year-old, whose toes had been partially amputated, but were now re-infected and in terrible shape, with bone showing. He was forced to call on his satellite phone to a vascular surgeon at his home hospital in Glens Falls, who walked him through the process of repairing the damage. He quickly became comfortable with medical procedures that were out of his element, simply out of necessity.
Dr. Gerdes said he was able to seriously impact many lives. One of those lives was a boy with an amputated arm, which was badly infected. He was able to block the area, drain the arm, and give the boy IV antibiotics. He said in three days, the boy was significantly better and would survive.
He said the biggest problem in Haiti, without question, is organization. There are people to help, food, medical supplies, and water, but the underlying problem is getting all these parts to work together efficiently. Many people have died and are dying from simple issues. But everyone can only do what they can do. Speaking of which, Dr. Gerdes sends his profuse and heartfelt thanks to the nurses at Glens Falls Hospital, some whom came back early from vacations, to cover him in his absence. "Without all these people," he says, "what I did would not have been possible."
I am amazed, still, at how God has brought all these people together, to pull together in this time of crisis. I know how Dr. Gerdes feels...without the many, many people, and without the help of God, none of this would have been possible.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
The reports are that there are now about 50 outside workers in the Carrefour area in which, two weeks ago, we were alone with the Smoker's. We are so thankful for God's provision in providing so many willing hands to help!
Dr. Gerdes is on his way home now, having stayed as long as he could. Many thanks to his wife, children, and Glens Falls Hospital for allowing him to go!
One of our goals next week is to visit Jeremie, a town receiving an enormous influx of refugees. Bryan and my father, Wes Smith, are going to meet with the church leaders there to organize an effort to help feed these people and the families who have taken them in.
We also want to take our friend, a physician's assistant, to help at the public hospital when we go. Travis, Kate and one of their friends, Justin, have all withdrawn from their college classes in order to return to Haiti. They are waiting to see if there will be room on the plane for them.
My cousins, Lori and Jenny Martineau, both arrived and worked in the Petionville area hospitals as interpreters for the doctors. Jenny just returned to the US to take care of her son. Lori, however, has also withdrawn from her classes and is staying indefinitely to help.
Bryan is fund-raising, speaking in churches, communicating with our Haitian contacts, and keeping his business going. Pray for energy and strength to continue.
Dr. Gerdes is on his way home now, having stayed as long as he could. Many thanks to his wife, children, and Glens Falls Hospital for allowing him to go!
One of our goals next week is to visit Jeremie, a town receiving an enormous influx of refugees. Bryan and my father, Wes Smith, are going to meet with the church leaders there to organize an effort to help feed these people and the families who have taken them in.
We also want to take our friend, a physician's assistant, to help at the public hospital when we go. Travis, Kate and one of their friends, Justin, have all withdrawn from their college classes in order to return to Haiti. They are waiting to see if there will be room on the plane for them.
My cousins, Lori and Jenny Martineau, both arrived and worked in the Petionville area hospitals as interpreters for the doctors. Jenny just returned to the US to take care of her son. Lori, however, has also withdrawn from her classes and is staying indefinitely to help.
Bryan is fund-raising, speaking in churches, communicating with our Haitian contacts, and keeping his business going. Pray for energy and strength to continue.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
A Note from April (Lisa's baby sister)
It has been difficult for me to try to sit down and write something about our most recent trip to Haiti. We’ve all come away with so much and it seems impossible to convey all the experiences, stories and thoughts in a few short paragraphs. I could go on and on and on about each of God’s provisions on this trip. It was non-stop. But for the sake of brevity, I will summarize.
From the day we started planning this trip, we saw God intervene on our behalf and on the behalf of the Haitian people. I have never in my life felt God’s hand like I did last week in Haiti.
We had packed our bags full of as many medical supplies as we were able to collect in one day. We were as prepared as we could have been putting together a trip on such short notice. We were a small team going into an area with so much pain, suffering, injuries, sickness and devastation, but we were determined to do as much as we possibly could with the resources we had. But, as it turned out, in spite of our desire to help everyone we could, time and time again we found ourselves in situations where our skills and resources were completely exhausted. There was nothing more we could do. We had nowhere else to turn... but to God.
And so we would pray. And pray. And pray. And things would just start to happen. People would show up. Supplies would show up. Over and over and over we saw this happen. When we found ourselves at a roadblock, when we were lost, when we felt helpless, God would pick up where we could go no further. And as it turned out, we were not lost. We were not helpless. We had God on our side. He is a faithful and merciful God that met us where we were and carried on when we couldn’t carry on any further.
Because of one such turn of events, we were able to find Jude, a 22 day-old baby who had not been fed in so long he was completely listless. He could barely keep his eyes open and just a few sucks from a bottle completely exhausted him. Had God not been guiding us and providing for us, we never would have stumbled upon this precious child, nor would he have been able to receive the treatment that the Mission of Mercy staff (that showed up at just the right time) was able to provide him. He has since been placed in an orphanage and Pastor Michael Parker, who was there with Mission of Mercy, is working to adopt him. Please continue to pray for baby Jude for a complete recovery.
As small as we may feel in light of all the pain and suffering around us, God is bigger than all of it. I feel privileged that I was able to be a part of this past trip and to share a small part of myself with the people. But just as it happens each time I go to Haiti, I feel I have come away with so much more than I could ever offer in return. Thank you all for your support, love and prayers. You are making a difference.
From the day we started planning this trip, we saw God intervene on our behalf and on the behalf of the Haitian people. I have never in my life felt God’s hand like I did last week in Haiti.
We had packed our bags full of as many medical supplies as we were able to collect in one day. We were as prepared as we could have been putting together a trip on such short notice. We were a small team going into an area with so much pain, suffering, injuries, sickness and devastation, but we were determined to do as much as we possibly could with the resources we had. But, as it turned out, in spite of our desire to help everyone we could, time and time again we found ourselves in situations where our skills and resources were completely exhausted. There was nothing more we could do. We had nowhere else to turn... but to God.
And so we would pray. And pray. And pray. And things would just start to happen. People would show up. Supplies would show up. Over and over and over we saw this happen. When we found ourselves at a roadblock, when we were lost, when we felt helpless, God would pick up where we could go no further. And as it turned out, we were not lost. We were not helpless. We had God on our side. He is a faithful and merciful God that met us where we were and carried on when we couldn’t carry on any further.
Because of one such turn of events, we were able to find Jude, a 22 day-old baby who had not been fed in so long he was completely listless. He could barely keep his eyes open and just a few sucks from a bottle completely exhausted him. Had God not been guiding us and providing for us, we never would have stumbled upon this precious child, nor would he have been able to receive the treatment that the Mission of Mercy staff (that showed up at just the right time) was able to provide him. He has since been placed in an orphanage and Pastor Michael Parker, who was there with Mission of Mercy, is working to adopt him. Please continue to pray for baby Jude for a complete recovery.
As small as we may feel in light of all the pain and suffering around us, God is bigger than all of it. I feel privileged that I was able to be a part of this past trip and to share a small part of myself with the people. But just as it happens each time I go to Haiti, I feel I have come away with so much more than I could ever offer in return. Thank you all for your support, love and prayers. You are making a difference.
Bryan's Recollections
Bryan keeps re-playing the images and sounds of a little old man, who had screamed in pain as the doctor worked on his infected foot.
Bry said he keeps seeing the sweat pour down the old man's face. Bry just wrapped his arms around the man and prayed in English, in Creole, weeping in compassion.
He says it's haunting to hear the cries of people in agony...A whole city crying out for someone to rescue it...
The pastor of the Smoker's mission cried out most of the first night, before finally falling silent.
Let us not forget Haiti just because the newspaper headlines do.
Bry said he keeps seeing the sweat pour down the old man's face. Bry just wrapped his arms around the man and prayed in English, in Creole, weeping in compassion.
He says it's haunting to hear the cries of people in agony...A whole city crying out for someone to rescue it...
The pastor of the Smoker's mission cried out most of the first night, before finally falling silent.
Let us not forget Haiti just because the newspaper headlines do.
Good News!
Good news from Carrefour! Gas stations are opening and fuel is not so hard to come by. That is going to make transportation much easier! It's a real pain to push a truck to the airport from Carrefour!
Ricardo's crushed home has been cleared and a perimeter set up in which to contain incoming supplies, workers, and perhaps a small medical clinic. The current plan is to construct a temporary building (stick built/tin roof) in that location. Anything permanent could possibly be torn down by the government, which probably has a master design plan for reconstruction of the city, so it's probably smart not to do too much, too fast.
Two of the original team members, Sabrina, a nurse, and Katrina Smoker are helping to manage a local hospital and supplies are beginning to trickle in! Dr. Gerdes is also still on the ground and hard at work.
Bryan is hoping to fly out again next week since Rodney wants him to help on the ground with logistics for a few days. This would free Rodney up to work with his people.
From there, Bryan is hoping to fly to Jeremie with my father. (Newcomers to the blog: Jeremie is not a person, it is a village :)
Ricardo's crushed home has been cleared and a perimeter set up in which to contain incoming supplies, workers, and perhaps a small medical clinic. The current plan is to construct a temporary building (stick built/tin roof) in that location. Anything permanent could possibly be torn down by the government, which probably has a master design plan for reconstruction of the city, so it's probably smart not to do too much, too fast.
Two of the original team members, Sabrina, a nurse, and Katrina Smoker are helping to manage a local hospital and supplies are beginning to trickle in! Dr. Gerdes is also still on the ground and hard at work.
Bryan is hoping to fly out again next week since Rodney wants him to help on the ground with logistics for a few days. This would free Rodney up to work with his people.
From there, Bryan is hoping to fly to Jeremie with my father. (Newcomers to the blog: Jeremie is not a person, it is a village :)
Cancel Haiti's Debt
Here is a link if you are willing to sign a petition asking the world to cancel Haiti's debt.
http://www.avaaz.org/en/haiti_cancel_the_debt_9/97.php
http://www.avaaz.org/en/haiti_cancel_the_debt_9/97.php
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Work Ahead
Things are in progress right now, through the connections of my very rich, very politically connected family in Haiti, and my very rich and well-connected Father in heaven :), to get the Port to Jeremie opened up!!! If this happens, we would be able to ship containers filled with food and supplies directly to refugees arriving by the thousands. The last ferry, which was supposed to seat 600, held 3,000 people.
The Grand-Anse province of Haiti, in which Jeremie is located, had the largest percentage of Port-au-Prince immigrants, who are now, of course, returning to their hometowns, in droves.
Jon is continuing to fly in and out of P-A-P, but the airport has just run out of fuel. He either has to wait at the airport for more, or fly to Cap Haitien to refuel before returning home.
Our church in Jeremie is preparing to aid the refugees as I write. It is up to them to figure out the best and most organized way to do this, and it is up to us to supply their needs from the US.
We hope to fly into Jeremie with supplies, and probably Bryan, too, who wants to check things out and meet with the church leaders there. My father, Wesley Smith, is accompanying Lloyd Smoker with yet another pilot and on another private plane into Port next week. We are still moving forward.
Keep up the prayers and support, you have been an incredible encouragement to us! And thank you, church family, for letting us cry on your shoulders last Sunday. What would we do without you?
The Grand-Anse province of Haiti, in which Jeremie is located, had the largest percentage of Port-au-Prince immigrants, who are now, of course, returning to their hometowns, in droves.
Jon is continuing to fly in and out of P-A-P, but the airport has just run out of fuel. He either has to wait at the airport for more, or fly to Cap Haitien to refuel before returning home.
Our church in Jeremie is preparing to aid the refugees as I write. It is up to them to figure out the best and most organized way to do this, and it is up to us to supply their needs from the US.
We hope to fly into Jeremie with supplies, and probably Bryan, too, who wants to check things out and meet with the church leaders there. My father, Wesley Smith, is accompanying Lloyd Smoker with yet another pilot and on another private plane into Port next week. We are still moving forward.
Keep up the prayers and support, you have been an incredible encouragement to us! And thank you, church family, for letting us cry on your shoulders last Sunday. What would we do without you?
Conversation with First Team to Carrefour
This is the first relief team to and from Carrefour, coordinated by the Bartow Family. They are talking to their pilot Jon, over breakfast.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1Eypnv7Z1w
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1Eypnv7Z1w
Rodney and Lillian's Story
The following is a link to Rodney's story, in his own words. Listen and be blessed:
http://www.petrafel.org/resources/messages
http://www.petrafel.org/resources/messages
Monday, January 25, 2010
Just in from Jeremie
We got word from Jeremie, Haiti, this morning, that refugees are showing up from Port-au-Prince by the thousands. This is the village that our family has been working in for five generations (including my own children, Travis and Kate). So this is our personal stomping grounds.
The public hospital is full to overflowing from the injured that are pouring in. Most of the refugees are staying with extended families who were already living in the village, but this puts a tremendous strain on these people, who already can hardly eke out a living.
We are going to aid these refugees in Jeremie, with the help of the many people donating to this cause! All of the money received will go straight to the Haitian people, no extra salaries or the immense waste of beaurocracies. Yea!!!
As the Carrefour area begins to receive outside aid (but so far, nothing from any big organizations or governments), it is going to be increasingly important to support the outlying cities of refuge, where the residents of Port-au-Prince are headed.
Through the power of the spirit, we can do this thing!
The public hospital is full to overflowing from the injured that are pouring in. Most of the refugees are staying with extended families who were already living in the village, but this puts a tremendous strain on these people, who already can hardly eke out a living.
We are going to aid these refugees in Jeremie, with the help of the many people donating to this cause! All of the money received will go straight to the Haitian people, no extra salaries or the immense waste of beaurocracies. Yea!!!
As the Carrefour area begins to receive outside aid (but so far, nothing from any big organizations or governments), it is going to be increasingly important to support the outlying cities of refuge, where the residents of Port-au-Prince are headed.
Through the power of the spirit, we can do this thing!
Travis is Healthy and Safe
Ah, health and safety! Two American obsessions that paralyze us. It seems like half of every magazine is dedicated to our greatest fears...
Two weeks ago, millions of people thought they were safe. We think we're safe, too. If we don't take any risks...
After enjoying a week in Haiti of perfect health and safety, our team returned, went out to breakfast in Miami, and headed for home.
Travis apparently had eaten a bad egg sandwich, because we had to stop the car on our way home from the airport so he could vomit. It was good to be back in the States where we could enjoy such health.
After Travis spoke with Kate at their youth group last night, he drove some kids home who didn't have rides. The roads were icy and dangerous. Soon they came across an overturned vehicle where they helped a man's wife get out of the wrecked vehicle. Travis took the couple home, dropped his friends off and was on his way back to our house when he, too, slid off the road, losing a headlight, his grill, and front bumper.
Yes, it is good to be back in America, where it is safe.
Our family has enjoyed some pretty good laughs over these ironies!
Let's face it, we must live our lives without fear, trusting in God to keep our lives, or take them. Trust Him...and be set free to serve.
Two weeks ago, millions of people thought they were safe. We think we're safe, too. If we don't take any risks...
After enjoying a week in Haiti of perfect health and safety, our team returned, went out to breakfast in Miami, and headed for home.
Travis apparently had eaten a bad egg sandwich, because we had to stop the car on our way home from the airport so he could vomit. It was good to be back in the States where we could enjoy such health.
After Travis spoke with Kate at their youth group last night, he drove some kids home who didn't have rides. The roads were icy and dangerous. Soon they came across an overturned vehicle where they helped a man's wife get out of the wrecked vehicle. Travis took the couple home, dropped his friends off and was on his way back to our house when he, too, slid off the road, losing a headlight, his grill, and front bumper.
Yes, it is good to be back in America, where it is safe.
Our family has enjoyed some pretty good laughs over these ironies!
Let's face it, we must live our lives without fear, trusting in God to keep our lives, or take them. Trust Him...and be set free to serve.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
To Blog Newcomers
The smoker family history blog is from Lloyd Smoker. I am posting it to help familiarize blog followers with this family and the work they were involved in before the earthquake. This is the family that we were able to take on one of our shuttle trips to Haiti, as well as support them with doctors, nurses, medical (and other) supplies.
Have patience with us, photos and video of our involvement in the quake relief efforts are forthcoming.
Have patience with us, photos and video of our involvement in the quake relief efforts are forthcoming.
Haitifamily Ministries History
The Lloyd Smoker family moved to Haiti in 1986. Lloyd, Darlene, and our three small children - Kendra, Rodney, and Katrina were sent out by an Elim Fellowship Church – Bethel Fellowship located in Montour Falls , NY .
God sent us to Haiti with a specific and unique mission – to lie on a dead body, breath life into it and see it come alive. ( II Kings 4:32 -37) Along with this mission, He also gave us a promise. “You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you to go and bear fruit…fruit that will last. ( John 1:16) After 20 some years of giving our lives to accomplish this mission, our declaration is that God is Faithful!
The first 10 years we partnered with a local pastor, Eddy Francois, and his church. In 1996 we started a ministry school – a training seminar where people fall in love with Jesus and His word and it gives them a solid foundation in the Bible. People got saved and a cell-based house church grew – Legliz Kay an Kay.
Over the years this church has become our family – Haitifamily. We lived with them and literally taught and gave them everything we know. God raised up men and women to embrace the vision as we lived and walked out this mission. In fact, in 2006 we handed the torch to Guimps and Sophonie Noel.
We believe in ministering to the three parts of man: spirit, soul, and body. Because of this we started small businesses such as desktop publishing, taxi service for busing school children, English classes, computer classes, and a small bakery. This provided jobs and it’s a wonderful way to mentor those we love.
But now with the shaking of the city, this is no more. Guimps and Sophonie are with Jesus, the church building is gone, the ministry school is gone, the small businesses that were started to support church members are buried in the ground. Most of Legliz Kay an Kay have been transported to Gonaives , living in community. But there are a few of us who have dedicated our lives to the homeless out on the streets, bringing food and shelter with one hand and the power of God with the other. We realize that if we just bring the food and shelter without the power of God we will be feeding a sleeping giant that will rise up and destroy us. Our vision and heart for the nation of Haiti has not been shaken. There still is a dead body to lie on, one that is dead spiritually and now even more economically. Our heart is that with the tools God is providing and with the giftings of his people he is putting together now, we will raise up a new beginning in that nation- one of hope and one of healing.
Our three small children are now grown and God blessed us with another daughter, Lareesa, who was born while we were in Haiti . All our children are a part of Haitifamily giving their lives for the Kingdom.
Kendra, our oldest daughter, married Ricardo Francois. Their house across the street was also destroyed in the quake. Ricardo is currently in Haiti overseeing the needs of the community. Kendra and their three children are in PA helping to coordinate aid for Haiti .
Rodney, their second-born, built a house next to Lloyd and Darlene. This was “God’s House” and was used for various ministries. This home was also destroyed. Rodney, Lillian and their one year old son, Jeremiah, were in Haiti when the earthquake happened. By a miracle they escaped. They are in Haiti with Ricardo helping the homeless in Carrefour.
Katrina and Lareesa are also in Haiti . Katrina is out there on the streets everyday giving medical assistance to anyone who needs it. Lareesa went to be a help to Rodney’s family while they are in Haiti .
Email: haitifamily@aol.com
Phone: 717-517-7146
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Rodney
Our prayers continue to go out to Rodney Smoker and his family as they are recovering here in the States. By the time Rodney finally escaped the rubble of his home/church building, it was dark. He was already exhausted from the escape, but spent the remainder of the night pulling his friends out of the rubble of the church, both the living and the dead.
He and his Haitian brothers worked for hours and hours prying, lifting and digging with their bare hands in the dark until they were all utterly exhausted. Rodney freely shared all of this with Bryan, periodically breaking down as he recounted the horrors of that night. And the days that followed.
Rodney said that when he and the other workers could not continue physically, they were forced to quit, leaving one poor man pinned under a big piece of cement. They couldn't remove him because their strength was gone, the cement was just too heavy. They couldn't pull him out from under the slab because a piece of rebar had pinned the man to the rubble through his abdomen.
Rodney apologized to his friend, promising they would all be back soon when they regained their strength and had some daylight with which to see. The man said it was OK and released Rodney to go with his blessing.
When Rodney and the others had regained some strength, they returned to try again. But their friend and brother was dead.
Pray for the completion of healing in the hearts of these who have experienced such loss.
Travis did not cry in Haiti. He didn't cry when he came home. But this morning, when he shared in church, his tears were mixed with the tears of so many others as he began to experience the cleansing power of God.
Travis is withdrawing from his college classes for this semester. He said college will be here when he gets home. I know he is right. This is right. He says he has to go back to Haiti.
He goes with our prayers and blessings.
Rodney is preparing to fly back to Haiti on Tuesday, to continue the work that his parents began so many years ago. Pray for him and his task ahead.
He and his Haitian brothers worked for hours and hours prying, lifting and digging with their bare hands in the dark until they were all utterly exhausted. Rodney freely shared all of this with Bryan, periodically breaking down as he recounted the horrors of that night. And the days that followed.
Rodney said that when he and the other workers could not continue physically, they were forced to quit, leaving one poor man pinned under a big piece of cement. They couldn't remove him because their strength was gone, the cement was just too heavy. They couldn't pull him out from under the slab because a piece of rebar had pinned the man to the rubble through his abdomen.
Rodney apologized to his friend, promising they would all be back soon when they regained their strength and had some daylight with which to see. The man said it was OK and released Rodney to go with his blessing.
When Rodney and the others had regained some strength, they returned to try again. But their friend and brother was dead.
Pray for the completion of healing in the hearts of these who have experienced such loss.
Travis did not cry in Haiti. He didn't cry when he came home. But this morning, when he shared in church, his tears were mixed with the tears of so many others as he began to experience the cleansing power of God.
Travis is withdrawing from his college classes for this semester. He said college will be here when he gets home. I know he is right. This is right. He says he has to go back to Haiti.
He goes with our prayers and blessings.
Rodney is preparing to fly back to Haiti on Tuesday, to continue the work that his parents began so many years ago. Pray for him and his task ahead.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Kate Keeps Talking
"My first patient was a woman between the ages of 50 and 60. She was lying face-down on a filthy, fly-infested mattress. One-fourth of her back was covered with scrapes. I asked someone to translate for me."
"He said she had broken her back and was unable to move. Here in America, I would question someone who told me they had broken their back and couldn't move. In Haiti, however, when someone says they cannot move, they mean it. The Haitians are a strong, tough people, who can even work with broken bones. She could move her neck and arms, but not her lower body."
"I cleaned her wounds as best I could. Aunt Heidi and April came over from working with other patients. Whoever's patient it was, was their turn to pray aloud. Since this was mine, I knew I would have to pray."
"I love to pray. But I hate to pray out loud. I never know how to say it quite right. This time, however, the words spilled out of my mouth. I said, 'God, we can't do anything for this woman. Her back is broken and she needs to be healed. And You, God, have the power to heal, so I ask this in Jesus' Name. Amen.' We always kept it simple and brief. Prayers that are too long just get annoying. God knows what we want because he reads our hearts."
"When I walked through that same area later that week, I saw her walking, supported by a "cane" (it was a stick). She limped over, sat in a chair, and I re-bandaged her wounds. She smiled at me and said, 'merci Jezi' and I said, 'Beni swa l'eternel.' " (which translates: 'thank you, Jesus' and 'Blessed be the Eternal One')."
"Some might say her back was sprained. But knowing the Haitian people, and knowing Jesus Christ, I know she was healed."
Kate
"He said she had broken her back and was unable to move. Here in America, I would question someone who told me they had broken their back and couldn't move. In Haiti, however, when someone says they cannot move, they mean it. The Haitians are a strong, tough people, who can even work with broken bones. She could move her neck and arms, but not her lower body."
"I cleaned her wounds as best I could. Aunt Heidi and April came over from working with other patients. Whoever's patient it was, was their turn to pray aloud. Since this was mine, I knew I would have to pray."
"I love to pray. But I hate to pray out loud. I never know how to say it quite right. This time, however, the words spilled out of my mouth. I said, 'God, we can't do anything for this woman. Her back is broken and she needs to be healed. And You, God, have the power to heal, so I ask this in Jesus' Name. Amen.' We always kept it simple and brief. Prayers that are too long just get annoying. God knows what we want because he reads our hearts."
"When I walked through that same area later that week, I saw her walking, supported by a "cane" (it was a stick). She limped over, sat in a chair, and I re-bandaged her wounds. She smiled at me and said, 'merci Jezi' and I said, 'Beni swa l'eternel.' " (which translates: 'thank you, Jesus' and 'Blessed be the Eternal One')."
"Some might say her back was sprained. But knowing the Haitian people, and knowing Jesus Christ, I know she was healed."
Kate
An Open Letter From Heidi
Lis
I was reading the blogs and thought I'd send one to you if you wanna post it.
On my way to Ft. Lauderdale I prayed that God would help us make a dent in Haiti and that it would make a dent in me. It made a much bigger dent than I had hoped for!
To Jon: You know how we have told you how very thankful we are that you could fly us down to Port-au-Prince. I feel so very lucky to have been a part of this! And we couldn't have accomplished this without your faithfulness and skill.
To the accusors: After cleaning and dressing wounds, there was "just one more" to help. What is the price of just one more person? I CANNOT and WILL NOT put a price on someone's life... A life from God. Saying that little organizations aren't needed in Haiti is ignorant and I pray that God will shut their mouths and open their eyes. I refuse to believe that small acts can't change a person, a city, a country, the world.
To all the prayers, donors, volunteers: I could feel your prayers and I thank you so much for backing us in so many ways. All the medical supplies and food that came in was amazing. The supplies really did seem to multiply in our bags! We were able to touch so many people with your generosity.
To the Haitians: We won't forget and we will continue to help you, pray for you and keep you in our hearts. I love you.
Heidi
One Woman Makes a Difference
Bryan met a wealthy, Haitian woman, one of the few in Haiti known as "bougeoisie," historically despised by the poor, and for good reason.
But this earthquake put all haitians in the streets, regardless of money or power. Tonight, the rich sleep with the poor.
This woman told Bryan, "I have taken from this country my whole life. Now I know it is time to give back." She is doing what we are doing, using her connections, money, and resources to shuttle supplies and Haitian doctors and nurses from Florida, to the people who have nothing...who have always had nothing...and now have even less.
The doctors that she brought are the ones who happened by...when Evelyn was lying in the street...
But this earthquake put all haitians in the streets, regardless of money or power. Tonight, the rich sleep with the poor.
This woman told Bryan, "I have taken from this country my whole life. Now I know it is time to give back." She is doing what we are doing, using her connections, money, and resources to shuttle supplies and Haitian doctors and nurses from Florida, to the people who have nothing...who have always had nothing...and now have even less.
The doctors that she brought are the ones who happened by...when Evelyn was lying in the street...
Jon Takes Some Heat
People are telling our pilot, Jon, that he shouldn't be wasting his time with such a small operation as ours, which has been bringing support to Carrefour, an area of Port-au-Prince still untouched by outside aid.
They told him that people's money would be better spent on larger organizations, like the Red Cross (which is currently sitting on tons of supplies at the airport, by the way).
This was very discouraging to him.
Please comment here to encourage him. He has been like an angel to us. An angel with slightly dirty and very human wings.
They told him that people's money would be better spent on larger organizations, like the Red Cross (which is currently sitting on tons of supplies at the airport, by the way).
This was very discouraging to him.
Please comment here to encourage him. He has been like an angel to us. An angel with slightly dirty and very human wings.
Kate
"One of the people I grew closest to was a man named Patrick. He was probably in his 30's. He was one of our translators and also one of the men who secretly delivered packages of food to people in need throughout the community."
"One day, I was talking to him. He was so happy that I didn't think he had lost anything. I asked him about his family."
"He took out a little picture of his whole family. And he just pointed to the different people who had died: his three sisters...his grandma...his fiancee."
And then he looked at me and he smiled." Kate is sobbing now as she continues, "He said, 'It's O.K...God is so good...I am here...And you are here now.' Then he collected his things, and walked away... to continue carrying food to his people. That was the only time I cried on the trip. But since I came home, I've cried a lot.
"Another little boy I was working on had gashes on his arm, head and leg. Aunt Heidi and April fixed his head and moved on to his leg. I was fixing his arm.
When we finished, he said, 'Merci, Jezi.'....It's not that I was Jesus, it's that they saw an answered prayer. They saw Jesus, through me.
"At midnight we would hear people praising God in the streets. They were raising their hands and clapping. Dancing in the dust of their city. The Haitian Christians are not taking this like I took it, when I first heard about the earthquake. I was mad. These people were not cursing God for what they had lost, they were thanking him for what they still had."
"One day, I was talking to him. He was so happy that I didn't think he had lost anything. I asked him about his family."
"He took out a little picture of his whole family. And he just pointed to the different people who had died: his three sisters...his grandma...his fiancee."
And then he looked at me and he smiled." Kate is sobbing now as she continues, "He said, 'It's O.K...God is so good...I am here...And you are here now.' Then he collected his things, and walked away... to continue carrying food to his people. That was the only time I cried on the trip. But since I came home, I've cried a lot.
"Another little boy I was working on had gashes on his arm, head and leg. Aunt Heidi and April fixed his head and moved on to his leg. I was fixing his arm.
When we finished, he said, 'Merci, Jezi.'....It's not that I was Jesus, it's that they saw an answered prayer. They saw Jesus, through me.
"At midnight we would hear people praising God in the streets. They were raising their hands and clapping. Dancing in the dust of their city. The Haitian Christians are not taking this like I took it, when I first heard about the earthquake. I was mad. These people were not cursing God for what they had lost, they were thanking him for what they still had."
Come and Join Us
Bryan and the kids will be sharing with our home congregation of Rockwell Falls Presbyterian Church in Lake Luzerne, tomorrow morning at 10:30. Please come!
We are grateful for Pastor Mike's eagerness to support us in this way and for the opportunity to share with the people who have carried this work from here, to haiti and back...and beyond.
May this be a time of community, compassion, and healing.
We are grateful for Pastor Mike's eagerness to support us in this way and for the opportunity to share with the people who have carried this work from here, to haiti and back...and beyond.
May this be a time of community, compassion, and healing.
Bryan
"A little boy came to our camp. His arm had been amputated."
Bryan is sobbing as he tells this story. Sobbing with grief, exhaustion, gratitude...every conceivable emotion.
As he and a doctor worked on the boy's arm, Bryan asked the boy if a piece of cement had crushed his arm. The boy answered, "No my mother's head crushed it."
When the quake happened, his mother had wrapped herself around him to protect him. They both were knocked down and covered. His mother's head was resting on his arm, crushed. She was dead, but probably saved his life.
He was trapped in her arms, under the rubble, for three days before someone finally found him, pulled him out, and brought him to us. Now he is in the care of our team, recovering physically.
But he will never have his arm, or his mother.
Pray for this precious little boy, and the thousands like him.
God, keep our hearts broken. Broken forever.
Bryan is sobbing as he tells this story. Sobbing with grief, exhaustion, gratitude...every conceivable emotion.
As he and a doctor worked on the boy's arm, Bryan asked the boy if a piece of cement had crushed his arm. The boy answered, "No my mother's head crushed it."
When the quake happened, his mother had wrapped herself around him to protect him. They both were knocked down and covered. His mother's head was resting on his arm, crushed. She was dead, but probably saved his life.
He was trapped in her arms, under the rubble, for three days before someone finally found him, pulled him out, and brought him to us. Now he is in the care of our team, recovering physically.
But he will never have his arm, or his mother.
Pray for this precious little boy, and the thousands like him.
God, keep our hearts broken. Broken forever.
Travis, 18
Travis watched the dead, bloated bodies being thrown into the back of a garbage truck. The men picking them up would slap them once, first, to make the flies rise like a cloud off their bodies.
Then Travis, and the other Haitians who were watching, moved away as the truck began to crush the bodies, to make room for more. The bodies crunched and popped, and the small crowd stepped back, afraid of the taut skins exploding, since they were so bloated.
But these were people, not animals! Travis said it wasn't the gore or the putrid smell that bothered him. It was knowing that each one was a real person...with friends and family. And he said it was the living that bothered him the most. It was the living who were suffering.
Trav says, "People brought Evelyn to us on a board. It reminded me of the guys that lowered that man down through the roof, for Jesus to heal. So desperate... They laid her on the ground and we started to pray. As we prayed, we watched her slowly come to life, in front of our eyes. First, her fever went down, then she started to sit up, then she took a drink, coughed and began to moan and gain consciousness. By that time, probably 150 people had gathered to watch and pray, the prayer increasing in intensity as her life came back. Some doctors showed up, and the man with the IVs showed up...out of nowhere... and the doctors started the IV.When she left, I was afraid that the miracle would stop taking place. But before we left to come home, she had been taken to a special hospital that could handle cases as severe as hers, and hopefully, will make a full recovery."
Travis wishes that more doctors, who are also Christians, would rely more on the power of God in prayer in treating patients. God can take take physical capabilities and multiply their effectiveness!
"The thing that hit me hardest," Trav said, "was seeing this little orphan girl on the plane. The seatbelt looked so big compared to her. She was so sweet and she just sat there. So precious. So quiet. Such innocence. Knowing she was just one among so many. She just sat there. So peacefully. One of so many...so many."
Travis is very serious. He says he feels like he's never contributed to making a difference like he did this past week.
"I did everything." Trav says, "And everything I did mattered." He says he has to go back.
Then Travis, and the other Haitians who were watching, moved away as the truck began to crush the bodies, to make room for more. The bodies crunched and popped, and the small crowd stepped back, afraid of the taut skins exploding, since they were so bloated.
But these were people, not animals! Travis said it wasn't the gore or the putrid smell that bothered him. It was knowing that each one was a real person...with friends and family. And he said it was the living that bothered him the most. It was the living who were suffering.
Trav says, "People brought Evelyn to us on a board. It reminded me of the guys that lowered that man down through the roof, for Jesus to heal. So desperate... They laid her on the ground and we started to pray. As we prayed, we watched her slowly come to life, in front of our eyes. First, her fever went down, then she started to sit up, then she took a drink, coughed and began to moan and gain consciousness. By that time, probably 150 people had gathered to watch and pray, the prayer increasing in intensity as her life came back. Some doctors showed up, and the man with the IVs showed up...out of nowhere... and the doctors started the IV.When she left, I was afraid that the miracle would stop taking place. But before we left to come home, she had been taken to a special hospital that could handle cases as severe as hers, and hopefully, will make a full recovery."
Travis wishes that more doctors, who are also Christians, would rely more on the power of God in prayer in treating patients. God can take take physical capabilities and multiply their effectiveness!
"The thing that hit me hardest," Trav said, "was seeing this little orphan girl on the plane. The seatbelt looked so big compared to her. She was so sweet and she just sat there. So precious. So quiet. Such innocence. Knowing she was just one among so many. She just sat there. So peacefully. One of so many...so many."
Travis is very serious. He says he feels like he's never contributed to making a difference like he did this past week.
"I did everything." Trav says, "And everything I did mattered." He says he has to go back.
Kate, 16
One man was carried to Kate, his entire leg wrapped in bandages. She unwrapped the first layer, then the second, each layer getting more difficult until the last wasn't moving. The bandages had grown into the scabs and there was a lot of infection.
Kate says almost everyone's wounds were infected. She slowly lifted the bandages, snipping piece by piece, tearing off scabs, while the man tried to control the agony he was in. She was able to clean his leg with peroxide and iodine, and coat it with antibiotic ointment.
A man arrived on the scene to interpret. She was able to tell him that these bandages needed to be changed regularly. The interpreter stayed by her side for two days, helping Kate talk to the people. After two days of helping, Kate finally asked him what she could do for him. He said all he wanted was a little food. Kate gave him a handful of granola bars, which he took to his family. She said he was so grateful.
Another man came with a bandaged foot. Kate unwrapped the filthy bandages and the smell of rot and decay hit her in the face. The man's toes had been crushed, and were now rotting. Kate could see that no amount of cleaning was going to help this man.
Kate put her hands on him and began to pray, "Jesus, please send me some doctors! Please let me find a doctor for this man!" At that moment, Travis ran up to Kate and said, "Kate! There are some doctors who came! They are getting set up at our camp!"
Travis ran to the camp, found a stretcher, and returned to help carry the man to the doctors, who promptly amputated his toes.
But every night, as the Haitians and Americans lay on their backs, pressed side by side under the stars in a cramped space of clear ground, they would sing praises to God. With all their might!
Kate says almost everyone's wounds were infected. She slowly lifted the bandages, snipping piece by piece, tearing off scabs, while the man tried to control the agony he was in. She was able to clean his leg with peroxide and iodine, and coat it with antibiotic ointment.
A man arrived on the scene to interpret. She was able to tell him that these bandages needed to be changed regularly. The interpreter stayed by her side for two days, helping Kate talk to the people. After two days of helping, Kate finally asked him what she could do for him. He said all he wanted was a little food. Kate gave him a handful of granola bars, which he took to his family. She said he was so grateful.
Another man came with a bandaged foot. Kate unwrapped the filthy bandages and the smell of rot and decay hit her in the face. The man's toes had been crushed, and were now rotting. Kate could see that no amount of cleaning was going to help this man.
Kate put her hands on him and began to pray, "Jesus, please send me some doctors! Please let me find a doctor for this man!" At that moment, Travis ran up to Kate and said, "Kate! There are some doctors who came! They are getting set up at our camp!"
Travis ran to the camp, found a stretcher, and returned to help carry the man to the doctors, who promptly amputated his toes.
But every night, as the Haitians and Americans lay on their backs, pressed side by side under the stars in a cramped space of clear ground, they would sing praises to God. With all their might!
Five Shuttle Trips!
It's hard to believe what God hath wrought in just one week. One week ago today, four days from the quake, our first team was working on the people of Haiti. Many large organizations are just getting started. Bryan estimates that we were able to significantly impact between one and two thousand people...food, water...medicine. And our people are still on the ground...still working. It's a sobering thing now to think of those first words, "What are we doing just sitting here?"
We cried at the airport, Bryan and I cried this morning when the first phone calls started again, (because he can't get through one of these stories from the field without breaking down). I'm crying now, listening to him weeping and talking on the phone to Rodney, who lost so many friends.
I asked Kate how many wounds she had to clean before she got used to it and could perform without hesitation. She said, "One."
Many injuries had been treated with home remedies like coffee grounds and then wrapped with pieces of dirty sheets. Some bandages had hardened into the wounds because they hadn't been changed. These had to be softened and pried out, wounds re-cleaned, treated with antibiotics and re-bandaged. Who knows how many people were saved from eventual amputation because of these simple treatments?
One day, she spent alone, going from person to person outside an injured camp, treating anyone who called on her. Everything from crushed feet to gaping head injuries, to burns. One little baby had fallen into hot, cooking oil when the quake happened.
I am going to try to relay some of the stories from my family in the following blogs. They also have photos and video footage (on a camera that Kate left on the plane). AAARGH! She's been in contact with them about mailing it, but they are closed on weekends. Frustration station. I'll post links to all of this as we get it.
We cried at the airport, Bryan and I cried this morning when the first phone calls started again, (because he can't get through one of these stories from the field without breaking down). I'm crying now, listening to him weeping and talking on the phone to Rodney, who lost so many friends.
I asked Kate how many wounds she had to clean before she got used to it and could perform without hesitation. She said, "One."
Many injuries had been treated with home remedies like coffee grounds and then wrapped with pieces of dirty sheets. Some bandages had hardened into the wounds because they hadn't been changed. These had to be softened and pried out, wounds re-cleaned, treated with antibiotics and re-bandaged. Who knows how many people were saved from eventual amputation because of these simple treatments?
One day, she spent alone, going from person to person outside an injured camp, treating anyone who called on her. Everything from crushed feet to gaping head injuries, to burns. One little baby had fallen into hot, cooking oil when the quake happened.
I am going to try to relay some of the stories from my family in the following blogs. They also have photos and video footage (on a camera that Kate left on the plane). AAARGH! She's been in contact with them about mailing it, but they are closed on weekends. Frustration station. I'll post links to all of this as we get it.
Family Arrives
Their plane into Albany was delayed 2 hours. We were home at mindnight. It was the first good night's sleep for any of us. Dr. Gerdes called from P-A-P airport. He had hitched a ride with his brother from St. Marc and was now looking to make contact in Carrefour. Though he has all the satellite phone numbers, it's so difficult to actually get in touch with anybody!
Guess who was landing at the airport, with another load of people and supplies, at that same moment?? Right, Jon.
Bryan guided them to the UN entrance and to the place where Jon parks his plane to unload. Sure enough, there he was! Once again, a crazy "coincedence." We all know better.
Right now, Dr. Gerdes is working alongside the other doctors who have joined us in Carrefour. They have enough anesthetic to get him by until his other bags arrive on the next trip! Praise God for yet another miracle!
Guess who was landing at the airport, with another load of people and supplies, at that same moment?? Right, Jon.
Bryan guided them to the UN entrance and to the place where Jon parks his plane to unload. Sure enough, there he was! Once again, a crazy "coincedence." We all know better.
Right now, Dr. Gerdes is working alongside the other doctors who have joined us in Carrefour. They have enough anesthetic to get him by until his other bags arrive on the next trip! Praise God for yet another miracle!
Friday, January 22, 2010
Update
Dr. Gerdes flew to Cap Haitien this morning. Pray for his safe journey to Carrefour. It will be several hours by truck. He will have to pass near St. Marc, his family's home town in order to get to Carrefour.
I saw on the news that there is a huge wave of injured refugees flooding St. Marc. He may be able to serve en route, you never know. I told him to serve as he is lead.
I think the other two guys are either still waiting for the plane to be fixed, or they will try to fly out of Ft. Pierce with MAF. Looks like Jon is still on the ground. He needs the rest.
I saw on the news that there is a huge wave of injured refugees flooding St. Marc. He may be able to serve en route, you never know. I told him to serve as he is lead.
I think the other two guys are either still waiting for the plane to be fixed, or they will try to fly out of Ft. Pierce with MAF. Looks like Jon is still on the ground. He needs the rest.
A Few Musings
I'm waiting for a call so I can leave for the airport. To take my mind off that, I am wondering what Haitian President Preval and his cronies have been doing since the quake. Perhaps many are dead. Those who are living seem to have dropped off the face of the earth. The cry of the Haitian people is "Don't give aid to our government! Give it to us." I could not more strongly agree.
Many wonderful Haitian men have risen who defended, rescued and worked to save their people in this horror. They risked their own lives for others time and time again. They, in turn, were elected to lead and speak on behalf of various "tent communities." Our beloved Dieudonner is one of these men. I know he has no political aspirations, which is why he is who he is...a man of few words, great courage, and action. Bryan will come home with stories of many more just like him.
Here's my hope and prayer:
That these men will replace the corrupt politicians who have now been buried with the faceless poor. May God raise up benevolent leaders to shepherd His people!
Many wonderful Haitian men have risen who defended, rescued and worked to save their people in this horror. They risked their own lives for others time and time again. They, in turn, were elected to lead and speak on behalf of various "tent communities." Our beloved Dieudonner is one of these men. I know he has no political aspirations, which is why he is who he is...a man of few words, great courage, and action. Bryan will come home with stories of many more just like him.
Here's my hope and prayer:
That these men will replace the corrupt politicians who have now been buried with the faceless poor. May God raise up benevolent leaders to shepherd His people!
The Widow's Might
If our earthquake story has taught me anything, it's that small people can make a big difference.
Speaking of small people, my son, Jesse (12) and his friend Kylie (11?) have collected money from kids at school for the last two days. I think they already have about $150 toward helping Haiti and it's a really small, rural school! Their goal is to keep it up through the end of next week at least. If they kept it up for a year? Do the math.
We have gotten calls from several teachers who want to involve their students. I think it's great!
Other small people are coming to my house to clean our barn tack-room, which was destroyed by our greedy horses. Kate will be so pleased.
And Trav, one of your friends came over and cleaned your room for you!
Thank you everybody!
Speaking of small people, my son, Jesse (12) and his friend Kylie (11?) have collected money from kids at school for the last two days. I think they already have about $150 toward helping Haiti and it's a really small, rural school! Their goal is to keep it up through the end of next week at least. If they kept it up for a year? Do the math.
We have gotten calls from several teachers who want to involve their students. I think it's great!
Other small people are coming to my house to clean our barn tack-room, which was destroyed by our greedy horses. Kate will be so pleased.
And Trav, one of your friends came over and cleaned your room for you!
Thank you everybody!
Orphans on the Plane
Bryan said that on the tarmac in Port-au-Prince, there were no military transports going to Miami. They recommended that the team go to a plane leaving on the far end of the runway, Vision Airlines. Bry asked them if they would carry the group. The pilot came out, met the group, and gladly accepted them.
Apparently, there were 76 Haitian orphans (babies and children) on the plane already. Many were injured or sick. The plane was waiting for 30 doctors who were supposed to escort these children into Miami's immigration. The doctors never showed up. Undoubtedly, they were busy on the ground.
So, the team spread throughout the plane, comforting and holding the children for the flight back to Miami. They arrived at 1:00 a.m. this morning. Then the group accompanied the children to a small immigration room, where they were slowly processed. They stayed until 6:00 a.m., when the media arrived in droves. I guess the family ducked out. I suppose when you're exhausted, the last thing you want is a camera in your face.
Bryan said they are all exhausted and depressed. Bryan is having earthquake dreams when he sleeps, just from the little 6.1 aftershock. I can only imagine the post-traumatic stress the survivors are undergoing.
Apparently, there were 76 Haitian orphans (babies and children) on the plane already. Many were injured or sick. The plane was waiting for 30 doctors who were supposed to escort these children into Miami's immigration. The doctors never showed up. Undoubtedly, they were busy on the ground.
So, the team spread throughout the plane, comforting and holding the children for the flight back to Miami. They arrived at 1:00 a.m. this morning. Then the group accompanied the children to a small immigration room, where they were slowly processed. They stayed until 6:00 a.m., when the media arrived in droves. I guess the family ducked out. I suppose when you're exhausted, the last thing you want is a camera in your face.
Bryan said they are all exhausted and depressed. Bryan is having earthquake dreams when he sleeps, just from the little 6.1 aftershock. I can only imagine the post-traumatic stress the survivors are undergoing.
Goodbye for Now
I asked Bryan what it was like to leave his Haitian and American friends behind.
His voice immediately got tight.
He said even the big, tough Haitian men cried like babies when they all said goodbye. He said he couldn't talk about it.
Pray for the team as they decompress.
His voice immediately got tight.
He said even the big, tough Haitian men cried like babies when they all said goodbye. He said he couldn't talk about it.
Pray for the team as they decompress.
Welcome Home
My family is coming out on Vision Flight/Airlines/Something. Bryan said to praise the airline on my blog and I can't even remember the name! Bad. Anyway, the four-seater was looking pretty good but I haven't heard from Jon and didn't get the tail number. Looks like I am beginning to drop the ball. And it's a good thing that there's someone willing to pick it up.
Tyler Silveus, owner of "Little Tyke," the now broken-down airplane we've used for the past week, has gotten increasingly involved in what has been going on to support the ministry in Carrefour.
He is now actively pursuing planes large enough to transport things like trucks, tents and generators! It looks like Jon will continue to be his pilot and Tyler has just placed someone in Fort Lauderdale handling flight and supplies coordination efforts. Things are looking really good right now!
I will be passing on all my information and contacts to him.
Dave and Vivian Poulos are again picking up (and hopefully showering) my family. Thanks again for being there so spontaneously.
Everybody's going to have a lot to say when they get in tonight so stay tuned.
It's been a pleasure and honor to have taken this wild ride!
Tyler Silveus, owner of "Little Tyke," the now broken-down airplane we've used for the past week, has gotten increasingly involved in what has been going on to support the ministry in Carrefour.
He is now actively pursuing planes large enough to transport things like trucks, tents and generators! It looks like Jon will continue to be his pilot and Tyler has just placed someone in Fort Lauderdale handling flight and supplies coordination efforts. Things are looking really good right now!
I will be passing on all my information and contacts to him.
Dave and Vivian Poulos are again picking up (and hopefully showering) my family. Thanks again for being there so spontaneously.
Everybody's going to have a lot to say when they get in tonight so stay tuned.
It's been a pleasure and honor to have taken this wild ride!
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Wrong!
No, Jon's plane is grounded and has to be completely overhauled. Right now the team has several options: the first is a 4-seater, which may be available for Jon to use instead, the second is a flight into Cap Haitien, which forces many more hours of travel, and the third is standby on an MFI flight out of Ft. Pierce.
Pray toward the first option, but we will gladly accept the will of God in any case.
My family is looking into flying out on military transport.
Up in the air again. As usual. Wish it was literal. :)
Pray toward the first option, but we will gladly accept the will of God in any case.
My family is looking into flying out on military transport.
Up in the air again. As usual. Wish it was literal. :)
The Fifth Eagle is About to Fly
Jon's plane had bad gas. It must have been all the beans and rice. So they cleaned the injectors and filtered everything and they're out again. Jon says he's going to keep a watchful eye on the gasoline in P-A-P.
Dr. Gerdes called all happy. He's itching to be in there, as they all have been. He says the waiting has been horrible. Yup.
They should be on the ground by 10 p.m., when my fam will board and fly out. There will be many tears shed tonight.
Dr. Gerdes called all happy. He's itching to be in there, as they all have been. He says the waiting has been horrible. Yup.
They should be on the ground by 10 p.m., when my fam will board and fly out. There will be many tears shed tonight.
Our Time Left in Haiti is Short
Reports from Bryan are getting better. Dieudonner says there are many, many pockets of people throughout the city, like our own, working independently of bulbous organizations. He says that all of these that he knows of or has come across are followers of Jesus Christ (Haitian and Foreign). I'm really proud to be a Christian right now, for a change.
Also, aid is getting out, now. Our area hasn't seen it, but Dieudonner says that there are other areas that are getting help. This is good.
Since that plane was not for us, like I had thought, our entire family will be flying out with John tonight, provided that his plane is able to fly. As a family, we will regroup and decide how to proceed from here.
Perhaps our purpose in all of this was to fill a need---a crazy, one-shot deal, for one moment of crisis. Maybe. Maybe it's time to hand the task to better people and support them.
Maybe we are supposed to continue this work. If we are, there is no doubt that God will clear a path in the rubble for us, as he has done up to this point. We can't stop... but our job may change. How best to proceed? And when? Pray us forward from here, my friends.
I'm depressed writing this. Could be lack of food (my friend said I was on a high-stress diet). Could be lack of sleep (too many 20-hr. days?). And it could be that I just don't want to stop doing this. But I have to be a mother (I've been a really bad one for over a week), Bryan has to work so we can pay our bills, kids have to go back to college.
As we mull these things over (while continuing to provide support to those left on the ground) here's what I want from you:
If you have been following this blog, e:mail me your names, e-mail addresses, and how you know us or heard about this trip so I can keep you all informed of continuing work in Haiti. The blog will continue as the team returns to tell their stories.
Bry called to finish the story of the little girl because we got cut off. He said the girl was screaming as her toes were being worked on, "Satan, ou te pedi, ou te pedi, ou te pedi batay sa!"
It means, "Satan, you lost! You lost! You lost this battle!"
Also, aid is getting out, now. Our area hasn't seen it, but Dieudonner says that there are other areas that are getting help. This is good.
Since that plane was not for us, like I had thought, our entire family will be flying out with John tonight, provided that his plane is able to fly. As a family, we will regroup and decide how to proceed from here.
Perhaps our purpose in all of this was to fill a need---a crazy, one-shot deal, for one moment of crisis. Maybe. Maybe it's time to hand the task to better people and support them.
Maybe we are supposed to continue this work. If we are, there is no doubt that God will clear a path in the rubble for us, as he has done up to this point. We can't stop... but our job may change. How best to proceed? And when? Pray us forward from here, my friends.
I'm depressed writing this. Could be lack of food (my friend said I was on a high-stress diet). Could be lack of sleep (too many 20-hr. days?). And it could be that I just don't want to stop doing this. But I have to be a mother (I've been a really bad one for over a week), Bryan has to work so we can pay our bills, kids have to go back to college.
As we mull these things over (while continuing to provide support to those left on the ground) here's what I want from you:
If you have been following this blog, e:mail me your names, e-mail addresses, and how you know us or heard about this trip so I can keep you all informed of continuing work in Haiti. The blog will continue as the team returns to tell their stories.
Bry called to finish the story of the little girl because we got cut off. He said the girl was screaming as her toes were being worked on, "Satan, ou te pedi, ou te pedi, ou te pedi batay sa!"
It means, "Satan, you lost! You lost! You lost this battle!"
My Mistake
Neither I nor Patrick Gerdes realized that the plane from the Glens Falls Hospital is not going into Port-au-Prince. It's going into Santo Domingo to serve at a border clinic. We thought this was a different plane. So we won't have those meds after all, but at least someone will.
The flood of people wanting to go to serve in Haiti and those willing to give supplies (not Saratoga Co. Hopital, of course) is immense. And all through a single-engine piper with an exhausted pilot???
Jon was almost screaming on the phone in frustration. He said there are dozens of big private planes owned by wealthy people that are just sitting idly at the airport. Most haven't moved all week. ( I didn't mean that wealthy people are sitting idly and haven't moved all week, by the way, I meant the planes. See? Grammar is important after all.) :)
The flood of people wanting to go to serve in Haiti and those willing to give supplies (not Saratoga Co. Hopital, of course) is immense. And all through a single-engine piper with an exhausted pilot???
Jon was almost screaming on the phone in frustration. He said there are dozens of big private planes owned by wealthy people that are just sitting idly at the airport. Most haven't moved all week. ( I didn't mean that wealthy people are sitting idly and haven't moved all week, by the way, I meant the planes. See? Grammar is important after all.) :)
On the Ground
Here's the situation in Carrefour now: Bryan said there are five of these tent communities scattered within a one-mile radius that they are working in. If we had a vehicle, that radius could be greater. Pray for a C-130 and a truck!!! Each community has between 100-500 people and each has injured people in it. The three doctors who have found and joined us are treating these people on somewhat of a circuit.
Our team is finding people who are so badly injured that they could not be moved to these places (ie; no blankets, no stretchers), picking them up and taking them by foot to the injured camps. Bry said Trav carries people for miles and miles every day.
The smell near any building is really terrible. Bry said "It's not that bad, for me, because of having big animals die on the farm." OK, Bry. Whatever.
They are amputating with little anesthesia, if any. Dr. Gerdes will be so welcome! He's an anesthesiologist.
Bry said a little girl (5 years old) had to have 2 toes cut off. She was sitting on her mother's lap, screaming and crying in pain, but never kicked or flinched. Her mom had told her that she couldn't move her foot...and she didn't.
I can't tell you how tough and brave these people are. I hope that helps you to understand. You have no idea how proud I am today to have Haitian blood running through my veins.
Yesterday, they pulled another 15-20 bodies from Lloyd's mission building. The total dead in this one church is about 30, now, with 10-20 more yet to recover. It's worse than we had originally thought.
Lloyd's son Rodney, his wife, and 1-year-old son were coming downstairs to join the church service when the building started to collapse. Rodney said with every new quake they got pressed tighter and tighter from 3 feet of space down to one. He wormed his way out of the debris, pushing the baby forward, and pulling his wife, until they escaped. It took him about an hour. Then he went to work uncovering the others. Most of whom, were dead.
These people are reeling from grief, while having to press forward. Rodney's wife and baby are coming back to the states tonight with Jon, as well as Travis and Kate, who is crying and begging to stay. School starts Monday. If she wants to go medical, she's going to need it.
Jon has landed??? I think...I haven't checked flightaware.com lately. If you want to check on Jon's plane, his tail number is N882TM. Dr. Gerdes and company are waiting to depart. Waiting for mechanical clearance.
Continue to pray for Jon's endurance. I already think it's a miracle.
"They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength. They shall mount up with wings as eagles..."
Our team is finding people who are so badly injured that they could not be moved to these places (ie; no blankets, no stretchers), picking them up and taking them by foot to the injured camps. Bry said Trav carries people for miles and miles every day.
The smell near any building is really terrible. Bry said "It's not that bad, for me, because of having big animals die on the farm." OK, Bry. Whatever.
They are amputating with little anesthesia, if any. Dr. Gerdes will be so welcome! He's an anesthesiologist.
Bry said a little girl (5 years old) had to have 2 toes cut off. She was sitting on her mother's lap, screaming and crying in pain, but never kicked or flinched. Her mom had told her that she couldn't move her foot...and she didn't.
I can't tell you how tough and brave these people are. I hope that helps you to understand. You have no idea how proud I am today to have Haitian blood running through my veins.
Yesterday, they pulled another 15-20 bodies from Lloyd's mission building. The total dead in this one church is about 30, now, with 10-20 more yet to recover. It's worse than we had originally thought.
Lloyd's son Rodney, his wife, and 1-year-old son were coming downstairs to join the church service when the building started to collapse. Rodney said with every new quake they got pressed tighter and tighter from 3 feet of space down to one. He wormed his way out of the debris, pushing the baby forward, and pulling his wife, until they escaped. It took him about an hour. Then he went to work uncovering the others. Most of whom, were dead.
These people are reeling from grief, while having to press forward. Rodney's wife and baby are coming back to the states tonight with Jon, as well as Travis and Kate, who is crying and begging to stay. School starts Monday. If she wants to go medical, she's going to need it.
Jon has landed??? I think...I haven't checked flightaware.com lately. If you want to check on Jon's plane, his tail number is N882TM. Dr. Gerdes and company are waiting to depart. Waiting for mechanical clearance.
Continue to pray for Jon's endurance. I already think it's a miracle.
"They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength. They shall mount up with wings as eagles..."
Thank You!
A quick thank you to all of my precious friends: the donations of food, time, offers to run errands, drive, cook, clean, drive to Florida with supplies, take care of the wire transfers for me, shovel my driveway, buy medicine, "anything at all"....the list is endless. I am farming out work as I can, I promise! You people are awesome! I love you.
Pass the blog site if you can. It's working to help generate money and get the word out.
Pass the blog site if you can. It's working to help generate money and get the word out.
The Fourth Eagle Has Landed
Another successful run for Jon! Supplies and a nurse delivered.
Jon was expected back in Ft. Lauderdale around three. He's not registering on the flight tracker, as usual. Jetscape was locked until just now so there is no sign of Dr. Gerdes, who may have given up waiting. The other two guys are there, waiting.
I hope to hear from him soon so we can get this group out.
Jon was expected back in Ft. Lauderdale around three. He's not registering on the flight tracker, as usual. Jetscape was locked until just now so there is no sign of Dr. Gerdes, who may have given up waiting. The other two guys are there, waiting.
I hope to hear from him soon so we can get this group out.
"Mom..."
It's my son Travis' voice on the phone. Travis is 18. His sister, Kate, is 16. They are both working relief in Carrefour. I am excited to get to talk to him. At least until we will inevitably get cut off.
"Hey Mooky! How's it going?" I ask.
"Oh, mom..." He sounds exhausted. "I've seen more death and suffering than I'll ever see in my life...but, I don't want to come home. Nobody does."
Click.
"Mooky?"
"Hey Mooky! How's it going?" I ask.
"Oh, mom..." He sounds exhausted. "I've seen more death and suffering than I'll ever see in my life...but, I don't want to come home. Nobody does."
Click.
"Mooky?"
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Food
The men who are passing out food in our area are highly respected Christians in the Carrefour area, so robbers are leaving them completely alone (either that or the whole robber thing is overly trumped up)!!! They are even able to cook some meals and pass them out.
The truckload of rice and sugar will be arriving at any moment and a male RN/ex-special forces medic and a scout for potential philanthropic activity are arriving soon with another load of medical supplies and water purification stuff. Have I mentioned that God is good?
The truckload of rice and sugar will be arriving at any moment and a male RN/ex-special forces medic and a scout for potential philanthropic activity are arriving soon with another load of medical supplies and water purification stuff. Have I mentioned that God is good?
YES!!!!!
Three doctors have just come to our little operation in Carrefour with some supplies! They are setting up a makeshift operating area and are amputating and stitching!!!!
We have a cistern that is 1/3 full of water that they are purifying to use for cleaning and drinking! Have I mentioned that God is good?
We have a cistern that is 1/3 full of water that they are purifying to use for cleaning and drinking! Have I mentioned that God is good?
Miracles On The Ground
A girl was brought to the team on a stretcher. The nurses thought she was already dead. They were without any medical supplies at this point. So they did what all good Christians are supposed to do, they laid hands on her and started praying.
Instantly there was a pulse that shot to 132 and then down to 80 over the next 15 minutes. The team continued to pray and the girl revived, sat up and drank some water. They had exhausted all medical supplies and needed an IV. Immediately a truck with some Haitian-American doctors drove up. They had no IV's but they were believers. So all of them began to pray.
Out of nowhere, a man walked up to them, bringing 2 IV's and fluids. The doctors started the IV and whisked her away. The man was nowhere to be found. What do you make of that, HUH?
Bryan broke down and cried on the phone when he got to the part about the man walking up with the IVs. I don't need to tell any of you who the Great Healer is or who His messengers are.
Right now in Gonaive, there is a healing service going on among the refugees that we have taken there. The Holy Spirit is moving mightily among them with his hand of healing.
I shouldn't be suprised as I am frantically typing this, but my hands are shaking.
Instantly there was a pulse that shot to 132 and then down to 80 over the next 15 minutes. The team continued to pray and the girl revived, sat up and drank some water. They had exhausted all medical supplies and needed an IV. Immediately a truck with some Haitian-American doctors drove up. They had no IV's but they were believers. So all of them began to pray.
Out of nowhere, a man walked up to them, bringing 2 IV's and fluids. The doctors started the IV and whisked her away. The man was nowhere to be found. What do you make of that, HUH?
Bryan broke down and cried on the phone when he got to the part about the man walking up with the IVs. I don't need to tell any of you who the Great Healer is or who His messengers are.
Right now in Gonaive, there is a healing service going on among the refugees that we have taken there. The Holy Spirit is moving mightily among them with his hand of healing.
I shouldn't be suprised as I am frantically typing this, but my hands are shaking.
Our Pilot Catches Some Shut-Eye
Jon got a few hours of sleep during the mechanical struggles. I asked him how long he could keep this pace up. He said, "Until God stops me." Ladies, he's single.
Pass This On for Anyone Wanting to Donate
Please send this link to anyone wanting to donate. They can donate by credit card at flc7.com with one click. We are wiring more money to Jon for fuel.
More Drops in an Ever-Widening Bucket
We are currently feeding and watering about 1,500 people, that number growing as we are able. The trucks are making it through so far, but we're having to borrow them, as all the mission vehicles were destroyed. We need other vehicles desperately in order to transport supplies and people from the airport and food from Gonaive. We are sending two more men with Dr. Gerdes who will replace Bry when he comes out to help set up a safe perimeter for supplies.
Outhouse
Bry and Trav helped clear an outhouse for use. No more pooping in the rubble. Seems silly but the most basic of dignity is important for the people. Praise God for the little things!
Jon Has Mechanical Problems
I hope Dr. Gurdes is not reading this. Just kidding. Jon says it's nothing and the mechanic has checked everything over. Needless to say, he leaves again with another load of supplies and is scheduled to arrive at 8 p.m. Dr. Gurdes will go out early a.m.
Second 6.1 earthquake did not stop our people on the ground.
We keep working.
My horse is outside, rolling on his back in the snow. I'm happy for him. And a little jealous.
Second 6.1 earthquake did not stop our people on the ground.
We keep working.
My horse is outside, rolling on his back in the snow. I'm happy for him. And a little jealous.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Lot's O' Doctors
Thank you all for the many contacts and offers that have poured in. But, unfortunately, we are small and can only hold so many passengers and so many supplies so I am making a list for the future(??) and trying to only deal with the present. I can see how people become workaholics when they love what they are doing.
Jon has not made his fourth run yet but he is loaded down with medical supplies and the generous man who has loaned us his plane is going along. He wants to see for himself what's going on. Good for him! Many people give money because it's easier than getting their hands dirty. Apparently, this guy is one of those willing to do both.
I interviewed with two TV stations tonight, along with another man who is headed to the Dominican border with a team of doctors. It was so great to see other people putting together grass roots efforts to help! Good for them!
I came home to 23 messages on my machine. Does anyone want to call the UN and Red Cross for me and ask why we can't have a few of their boxes that are sitting at the airport? I don't have the energy to make any more phone calls, but this one would be worthy of making, should one be successful.
I'm going to bed. See, Pastor Mike?
Jon has not made his fourth run yet but he is loaded down with medical supplies and the generous man who has loaned us his plane is going along. He wants to see for himself what's going on. Good for him! Many people give money because it's easier than getting their hands dirty. Apparently, this guy is one of those willing to do both.
I interviewed with two TV stations tonight, along with another man who is headed to the Dominican border with a team of doctors. It was so great to see other people putting together grass roots efforts to help! Good for them!
I came home to 23 messages on my machine. Does anyone want to call the UN and Red Cross for me and ask why we can't have a few of their boxes that are sitting at the airport? I don't have the energy to make any more phone calls, but this one would be worthy of making, should one be successful.
I'm going to bed. See, Pastor Mike?
Thank You Dr. Gerdes!
WE HAVE A DOCTOR! Hopefully he can fly out of Albany and be in Ft. Lauderdale around 5 p.m. and here's an awesome bonus...his family is from St. Marc and he's fluent in creole!
I can't blog cuz I don't have the time right now. But thank you, God! That was a really fast answer to prayer...and as usual, You went beyond the expected, and isn't that just exactly who you are, the God of the unexpected and miraculous!
I can't blog cuz I don't have the time right now. But thank you, God! That was a really fast answer to prayer...and as usual, You went beyond the expected, and isn't that just exactly who you are, the God of the unexpected and miraculous!
WE NEED ONE DOCTOR!!!!! NOW!!!!
If there is a doctor, who can get on a plane to Ft. Lauderdale yesterday ASAP, loaded with medical supplies, WE WILL FLY YOU AND TAKE YOU DIRECTLY TO CARREFOUR!!!!! Jon is still flying. He leaves again sometime before 7 p.m. We are running low on supplies.
My sisters are nurses and don't have the necessary skills to do the things that have to be done.
Jon says there are 4 or 5 acres of supplies sitting at the airport, most of it UN. Not leaving. Why can't they give us some medical supplies???? We are NOT AFRAID to go into the streets! We are somehow able to leave the airport with trucks full of white faces and supplies! In 30 minutes, our people are in Carrefour, from the airport in P-A-P.
Here's the story in Carrefour: the people have organized themselves into tent communities. Those communities have committees of people who represent the group. They have formed their own form of representative government! What a testimony to the Haitian people!! Some of these committee members are coming to us with the needs of their larger community. It is safe, it is peaceful, but it is desperate. Heidi, April and Kate are moving among the injured, cleaning and bandaging. Bry said he and Trav had to clear an area of debris and are on their way to help medically, but they are soon going to run out of stuff.
Our friend Dieudonner is taking 60 Port-au-Prince people from the Petionville area, where he is one of the committee leaders, back to his home town of Jeremie. The Haitian have been working since day 1 and now we are working along side them.
If there is a spontaneous doctor out there...we need you. You can be working in Haiti within 24 hours.
My sisters are nurses and don't have the necessary skills to do the things that have to be done.
Jon says there are 4 or 5 acres of supplies sitting at the airport, most of it UN. Not leaving. Why can't they give us some medical supplies???? We are NOT AFRAID to go into the streets! We are somehow able to leave the airport with trucks full of white faces and supplies! In 30 minutes, our people are in Carrefour, from the airport in P-A-P.
Here's the story in Carrefour: the people have organized themselves into tent communities. Those communities have committees of people who represent the group. They have formed their own form of representative government! What a testimony to the Haitian people!! Some of these committee members are coming to us with the needs of their larger community. It is safe, it is peaceful, but it is desperate. Heidi, April and Kate are moving among the injured, cleaning and bandaging. Bry said he and Trav had to clear an area of debris and are on their way to help medically, but they are soon going to run out of stuff.
Our friend Dieudonner is taking 60 Port-au-Prince people from the Petionville area, where he is one of the committee leaders, back to his home town of Jeremie. The Haitian have been working since day 1 and now we are working along side them.
If there is a spontaneous doctor out there...we need you. You can be working in Haiti within 24 hours.
Still No Aid????
The word is that my sisters are the first medical people to arrive in this area of Carrefour and have been working non-stop. They still have no doctor to work under so they are doing the best that they can, and apparently, so are the rest of our people...Bryan, Trav and Kate, too.
I am so thankful for our little farm, now. These kids have pulled lambs from ewes in distress, cleaned out infections, taken blood samples, shot antibiotics and medication...and it's a good thing. Isn't that interesting? Whenever we had farm injuries, and deaths, we thought it was terrible. Now I am thanking God for that little bit of knowledge.
Everybody has become a doctor, even some of the missionaries who faint at the sight of blood. The injured congregate in little camps around the area, waiting for treatment, food and water.
There also has been no sign yet of food or water from the outside. They are probably trying to supply the "tent cities." Maybe that's why the people still in the city haven't seen anything.
A shipment of rice is en route from Gonaive, thanks to your generous giving. Our people in Carrefour are worried about losing it to desperate people (I will NOT call them looters) before it gets to our area.
So far, food is being smuggled into Louis' house, which is still standing, and then smuggled out again in backpacks full of little baggies with food in them. These get quietly distributed throughout the community. The rice shipment is worrisome. Pray about this. But, even if the rice is taken from the truck, at least it will be eaten by someone who needs it.
As of yesterday, our people have run out of food to distribute.
The Smokers are so thankful for Jon and that plane, which has been their ONLY link to emergency supplies and outside help. We are never too small to make a big difference with God as our provider. I am seeing that more and more every day.
Beni swa l'Eternel!
I am so thankful for our little farm, now. These kids have pulled lambs from ewes in distress, cleaned out infections, taken blood samples, shot antibiotics and medication...and it's a good thing. Isn't that interesting? Whenever we had farm injuries, and deaths, we thought it was terrible. Now I am thanking God for that little bit of knowledge.
Everybody has become a doctor, even some of the missionaries who faint at the sight of blood. The injured congregate in little camps around the area, waiting for treatment, food and water.
There also has been no sign yet of food or water from the outside. They are probably trying to supply the "tent cities." Maybe that's why the people still in the city haven't seen anything.
A shipment of rice is en route from Gonaive, thanks to your generous giving. Our people in Carrefour are worried about losing it to desperate people (I will NOT call them looters) before it gets to our area.
So far, food is being smuggled into Louis' house, which is still standing, and then smuggled out again in backpacks full of little baggies with food in them. These get quietly distributed throughout the community. The rice shipment is worrisome. Pray about this. But, even if the rice is taken from the truck, at least it will be eaten by someone who needs it.
As of yesterday, our people have run out of food to distribute.
The Smokers are so thankful for Jon and that plane, which has been their ONLY link to emergency supplies and outside help. We are never too small to make a big difference with God as our provider. I am seeing that more and more every day.
Beni swa l'Eternel!
Jon Is Returning
I see that Jon's plane is heading back to Fort Lauderdale. Perhaps there was no place to park in the grass as there was before, and he had to leave. I am waiting to hear.
Few Words from Bryan
"It's surprisingly calm here. People are leaving the city en masse. I saw hundred and hundreds of people walking with suitcases and stuff on their heads out of the city. We need doctors." Click.
The Third Eagle Has Landed
As of 5 a.m., the last team had arrived Port-au-Prince and is now in Carrefour with the last of the gear!
God is good.
God is good.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Wake Up Everybody!!!
Another delay for the third team, now scheduled to fly out tonight at midnight. They are supposed to arrive early a.m. Tuesday. Bryan is so frustrated.
Pray for Jon. He's been flying, almost non-stop, since Sat. with only cat-naps. Is that dangerous? Yes...but...guess who sustains us? He plans to stay to help in Haiti in whatever way he can.
No word from Carrefour most of the day. The last I heard my sisters and Katrina were out in the streets, doing whatever they could do. I wish I had more on them. But no news is probably good news. That is soooo Smith. Just business, thank you.
Bryan is exhausted. I am too. There are a lot of things behind the scenes happening, disconnected with these particular runs that I don't detail.
People are calling now with teams of doctors and nurses looking for a way down, people wanting us to help locate family members while we're there, orphanages without supplies asking for help, people clamoring for a seat on our little plane, material donations coming in without access to ground help who are looking for distribution, complications with shipping of water purification supplies, Haitian friends calling from the capital looking to connect with us while we are in country, religious denominations wondering "what to do" (typical), and even little 83-year-old ladies calling to say that all they have is 50 dollars but could we use it?
My left ear is hot and red. I yelled at Bryan on the phone and then he yelled at me. I secretly hope his ear is red, too. We hang up and apologized later. I guess that's just how it goes.
My girlfriend Jill came by today and offered her beautiful violin for Travis to play when he gets home. He will be so happy! And the melodies he will play...
This whole thing is bitter-sweet.
Final Shuttle...at least for now
Bryan and the kids are heading to the airport via Dave and Vivian (now these wonderful friends can get some rest!). Jon will be landing in Florida in the next couple hours and going through customs, refueling, and taking off. Still no sleep.
Our final flight will soon be underway. Godspeed, my precious family. I love you.
Food for Carrefour
We and others are wiring money to Bryan to take to Rodney, head of the operation in Carrefour. They are shuttling food by truck from Gonaive and back to Carrefour and having to pay for the gas to do it, which is harder and harder to find. It's at $50/gallon as I write. And we thought jet fuel was expensive!
The Second Eagle Has Landed!
Hooray! Jon says people are waiting for planes now, jerking all the stuff and people out and then the control tower guy says, "Are you ready for takeoff........go!.....no, wait.......ok go! go! go!" and Jon taxi's out. It's amazingly fast for the few little planes flying. He doesn't have to fill out normal paperwork, nothing.
We're a little worried about Bill Clinton's arrival today and hoping we aren't going to be one of the planes re-routed in his official wake. Re-routing is even worse than delay. Pray about that. Jon has threatened that he will defy the control tower and land anyway if he has too. I don't doubt it.
Bryan has picked up another nurse who called. She will fly out with our family. She, too, will pack in her own supplies for a week but hopes to hook up with some makeshift clinic and stay indefinitely.
poststar.com
Someone called this morning. I guess we're in the paper over this whole thing. Hilarious! I read the article. I thought it was pretty well done with only a very few insignificant discrepancies. That's pretty good for newspapers! My interviewer was very attentive and gracious. Thanks post star, for choosing to keep Haiti in the spotlight.
Where to Donate
My sister Konda called me to tell me that I hadn't given people any direction on how and where to give, if they wanted to donate! I know, it's just a silly detail! So, for those who live in our area, if it's easy to drop something off at the Rockwell Falls Presbeterian Church, make the check out to them and designate it Haiti Disaster Relief Fund.
For those who want to use a stamp and envelope, send to: Full Life Crusade, P.O. Box 398, Winona Lake, IN 46590 and designate also for Haiti.
Thanks to my sister Konda, whose always on top of things!
Love to all.
For those who want to use a stamp and envelope, send to: Full Life Crusade, P.O. Box 398, Winona Lake, IN 46590 and designate also for Haiti.
Thanks to my sister Konda, whose always on top of things!
Love to all.
The Second Eagle Has Left!
Bryan is running today on hardly any sleep. Jon squeezed in a one-hour nap and a shower before meeting Bryan and taking off again at 3 a.m. with the two men going on this second run and a jam-packed plane full of medical supplies and tarps. Jon's gotta be running on fumes. Pray for his strength and that God will keep him awake and alert. He still has to fly back and pick up Bry and the kids on the final run sometime today. Jon plans to park the plane on the grass and stay with the rest of the team to help.
Apparently, because it's such a small aircraft, it can go places and park in places without being in the way. The things really in the way are US dignitaries like Hillary who come in for a media blitz. All airspace around her plane has to be clear. No plane could land until she was out of the airport. She cost more precious time.
I'm waiting to hear from the team in Carrefour about what is happening there. All the food, tarps, etc. were delivered.
Bryan says he is in awe that God could use little people like us to do something like this. We are nobodies, all of us, in yet we're there, delivering supplies to the people of Haiti! I guess this should be a lesson to us for the future...not to look at anything as though we were helpless to do anything. With God, ALL things are possible...hey, I knew that! :)
Apparently, because it's such a small aircraft, it can go places and park in places without being in the way. The things really in the way are US dignitaries like Hillary who come in for a media blitz. All airspace around her plane has to be clear. No plane could land until she was out of the airport. She cost more precious time.
I'm waiting to hear from the team in Carrefour about what is happening there. All the food, tarps, etc. were delivered.
Bryan says he is in awe that God could use little people like us to do something like this. We are nobodies, all of us, in yet we're there, delivering supplies to the people of Haiti! I guess this should be a lesson to us for the future...not to look at anything as though we were helpless to do anything. With God, ALL things are possible...hey, I knew that! :)
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Carrefour
Dieudonner found the team and went with them to Carrefour! Networking in Haiti has always been amazing and now, it is a godsend. The group is sleeping in Carrefour in the open air where once stood a house. Now, there is just a wall surrounding the "house".
They are within this wall, which offers some form of protection since Carrefour is beginning to heat up. Patience is running thin as people are desperate for supplies: food and water, medicine. So they "sleep" tonight in this place.
Bryan has decided to send to Port on the second run at 3 a.m., a pastor who is from Carrefour and wants to return, who comes highly recommended by the missionaries (The Smoker Family). He will go with Frank, the medical supplies, food, and water purification systems.
We have decided to make this move because medicine is CRUCIAL. Bryan's digging skills aren't (as much), though he and the kids want to be there.
We have 100 hours of flight time. We have to use it wisely, and prioritize the flights. Apparently, the Smokers say, this pastor may be able to diffuse some of the unrest ahead of the remainder of the team.
Kudos to Jetscape, by the way! That would be the small plane flight company or whatever-it-is connected to the airport. Bry says they are going out of their way to accomodate everyone connected with helping Haiti: waiving docking fees, leaving doors unlocked when they can't be there, etc. Fly Jetscape everybody, on your next cruise to Haiti. I hear the hotels are magnificent.
Bry is leaving right now to meet Jon at the airport. Jon is, apparantly, not alone. He is flying an injured American cop. That's so ironic! If he knew who Jon was...really, he'd probably arrest him on the spot. Oh well. By the way, if any women out there are in love with Jon yet, yes, he's single.
It's looking like we are not going to make our round trip Fri. flight out. C'est la vie en Ayiti. Bry insists he can run his contracting business on the phone and that Tom Silburn (his most excellent ground-man) can cover the bases. Flights are easy to cancel. They're just really hard to get.
They are within this wall, which offers some form of protection since Carrefour is beginning to heat up. Patience is running thin as people are desperate for supplies: food and water, medicine. So they "sleep" tonight in this place.
Bryan has decided to send to Port on the second run at 3 a.m., a pastor who is from Carrefour and wants to return, who comes highly recommended by the missionaries (The Smoker Family). He will go with Frank, the medical supplies, food, and water purification systems.
We have decided to make this move because medicine is CRUCIAL. Bryan's digging skills aren't (as much), though he and the kids want to be there.
We have 100 hours of flight time. We have to use it wisely, and prioritize the flights. Apparently, the Smokers say, this pastor may be able to diffuse some of the unrest ahead of the remainder of the team.
Kudos to Jetscape, by the way! That would be the small plane flight company or whatever-it-is connected to the airport. Bry says they are going out of their way to accomodate everyone connected with helping Haiti: waiving docking fees, leaving doors unlocked when they can't be there, etc. Fly Jetscape everybody, on your next cruise to Haiti. I hear the hotels are magnificent.
Bry is leaving right now to meet Jon at the airport. Jon is, apparantly, not alone. He is flying an injured American cop. That's so ironic! If he knew who Jon was...really, he'd probably arrest him on the spot. Oh well. By the way, if any women out there are in love with Jon yet, yes, he's single.
It's looking like we are not going to make our round trip Fri. flight out. C'est la vie en Ayiti. Bry insists he can run his contracting business on the phone and that Tom Silburn (his most excellent ground-man) can cover the bases. Flights are easy to cancel. They're just really hard to get.
The First Eagle Has Landed!
My sisters Heidi and April, along with missionaries Katrina and Ricardo have successfully landed in Port!! Our good friend Dieudonner Ettienne just called me from the airport. He is looking for them now so hopefully he will find the team. Jon missed his slotted time in the military lineup of 5:00 (by twelve minutes) so we are hoping they will let him taxi out and it won't cost another 5 hours by having to re-enter the lineup schedule. It's crazy that we are all thinking in terms of hours and minutes. He's scheduled to leave with Bryan on a second run at 3 in the morning. If he misses this departure, he misses his second flight out of FL. It is all very frustrating.
Anyone who would like to spend time tracking these series of flights (ie: my Father-in-law) can go to the following web site: fltplan.com then go to flight tracking and enter Jon's tail number "N882TM" if you would like to follow the paths of the plane back and forth.
Cool, huh?
Anyone who would like to spend time tracking these series of flights (ie: my Father-in-law) can go to the following web site: fltplan.com then go to flight tracking and enter Jon's tail number "N882TM" if you would like to follow the paths of the plane back and forth.
Cool, huh?
More Good News! And some Bad.
They are clearing the road to Carrefour!!!! It is possible that by the time everyone lands, they can drive directly to this area of Port, which, until only a day ago, had not seen any relief! Our team was looking at a 12 mile walk with supplies.
Gasoline is a tough commodity, however. I have heard quotes of between 25 and 50 dollars per gallon. Also, the Ft. Lauderdale plane left in tons of rain. Pray for good weather for the people of Port-au-Prince.
Gasoline is a tough commodity, however. I have heard quotes of between 25 and 50 dollars per gallon. Also, the Ft. Lauderdale plane left in tons of rain. Pray for good weather for the people of Port-au-Prince.
Thank You Everybody!
This morning I was asked to share at our home church of Rockwell Falls Pres. and at Church of the Nations in Corinth. They both took up offerings to help with the upcoming freight costs of getting over a ton of water purification equipment distributed in and around Port-au-Prince.
There are other mission organizations on the ground in Haiti right now who are partnering with us to make that happen, as well as MFI, who will be flying the eight pallets out of Ft. Pierce.
Another few calls, and 400 wool blankets will be added to this heaping mound of supplies.
Anyway, thank you, thank you, thank you to the local churches who are helping with this project both financially and prayerfully!
Last night, Father Bruce Mason, of St. Mary's Episcopal church, asked me to come and share with them what was going on. I went expecting to share and ended up being blessed so much by those in attendence! When I arrived, I was going on about 30 hours without sleep, and when I left, I could have run a marathon! The prayer and worship and support was a gift from God to me, my family, and the entire nation of Haiti. It was AWESOME!
I got home to a hot meal my girlfriend had left on my now cluttered and peanut-butter smeared kitchen island. Thank you Jo! No more quickie sandwiches for us!
Bread from Eva, turkey soup from Jill.
The day off work from my lovely boss, Norma.
I think you can stop with the food, now, though. Things for me should be slowing down soon.
THANK YOU EVERYBODY FOR EVERYTHING! What a team we all make!
First Group Flies Out
Yeah!!! Got back from church(es) this morning to a great phone message from Bryan. My sisters and the missionary family have flown out of Ft. Lauderdale. They had been delayed by military paperwork yesterday and then by a refueling station in the Carribean that wouldn't be open when our plane needed fuel.
But all that's history right now. To quote Bryan, "We're moving!" He, Kate and Trav are scheduled to leave on the next shuttle at 5 p.m.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
The Background
The first day after the quake, our family spent mourning the Port-au-Prince, Haiti earthquake disaster. Overwhelmed by it's epic proportions, we answered non-stop phone calls of condolences and questions. "Is your family OK?" "Is that where you worked when you went to Haiti?" "What can I do?"
The outpouring of love from our friends and family was truly amazing. And we are grateful. We also made some calls of our own, desperate for contact with friends and relatives inside Haiti.....
Now, due to the terrific amount of time I am spending on the phone, I decided to blog what's happening so that I can clean my mudroom floor. Well, maybe not.
To answer the basic questions, yes, my family is safe, but I have an aunt who needs diabetes medicine. Bryan cannot locate one friend of his, who lived in the capital. Secondly, we did not work in Port-au-Prince, we were based out of Jeremie, which felt the quake, but was unharmed. For the blessings, we are so thankful.
Anyway, everyone who watched the quake's damages on TV understands the immense feeling of hopelessness and helplessness that we all felt. I think our whole nation felt it. And continues to...until the headlines change, anyway.
On the second day, we suddenly thought that maybe we should actually DO something...besides praying and wringing our hands. Now we're praying and moving. We will give up and come home when we can go no further.
So....many hours of phoning later, Jon Fussle volunteered his services, free of charge, as a pilot..and he found a plane we could use for up to 100 hours at $100/hr. and the cost of fuel (that's a cheap charter, by the way)....but it needed a part. OK. We would wait.
Then he found another plane...that needed insurance. OK. We would wait.
We blatantly asked for money, medical supplies and tools. And we got them.
Our church family set up an account for local donations toward the trip and additional supplies and the money came in from our friends and churches throughout the area.
I asked for water purification systems from HTI, which our dear friend Nathan Jones immediately over-nighted to Miami.
Then, bad news...no flights into Port because of overcrowding. NO SMALL PLANES!
We were discouraged---for about 3 minutes. What about flying into Cap Haitien? What about Santo Domingo? What about illegally bypassing customs onto one of the drug runways. Hey, we would be carrying drugs! Fussle said no.What about a boat from one of the islands?
Then a call from a wonderful philanthropist named Mark (I won't give out his last name so nobody calls him) who wanted to donate $50,000 worth of water purification equipment, but wanted to go through a non-profit organization. Enter Full Life Crusade and the bank account. Thank God for the efficiency of 50K in...50K out. In one day. Committee-Free.
Wire transfers... and then: 10,000 individual water purification units and 8 hydrowell units, which each provide clean water to 400 people a day... for a month! God is so awesome.
However, the logistics of the weight of that much stuff on pallets was more than our little plane could handle. And if we shuttled it, the government wasn't allowing small planes into P-A-P anyway.
By the way, another phone call. Could we take missionaries back to their devastated church in Carrefour? Yes. We could. These dear people had lost 10 church members in the quake when the building they were meeting in collapsed. Their kids were remarkably still alive, along with 20 others. Pray for Lloyd and Darlene Smoker and their family. As well as these dear Haitian believers.
Hey, not only could they ride in our plane, but they could take us to these people...with our stuff, to help in any way possible. We were all excited about the hook-up.
My sister, April, an RN, had "scuttled" about the area collecting medical supplies. Even some sutures and syringes and anesthetics. Our living room floor was looking like a pharmacy. And April wanted to go. All her shifts would be covered.
Jon decided to fly into Cap Haitien, north of P-A-P. The team would then journey down to Carrefour, a very rough section of the capital city. Like a suburb...only from hell.
As of yesterday, residents of this Carrefour area still had seen no sign of aid. Not one person. And they hadn't eaten for 3 days. And they were drinking dirty water. Ahhh, the water machines!!!
A call from Jon. The part came for the plane. It was 7:00 p.m. Friday. He would be in the air within 2 hours, headed for Florida with my other sister Heidi, also a nurse.
It was time to buy the tickets to meet Jon in Fort Lauderdale, which we did. There was some family squabbling over who would get to go. Bryan needed another strong back and wanted Trav. April thought I should go to help with translation. But in the end, it was Kate who was the final seat, and who probably would have hitchhiked to Haiti on the back of a shark had we said no. I would have to stay behind, in utter misery, to handle ground control.
As of right about now, they are leaving for Cap Haitien, in two shuttle groups, 8 hours apart. I'm waiting to hear from Bry before takeoff and hopefully he'll find one of those $10 cell phones that actually are still working loud and clear from the country's mangled capital.
Our needs right now are money for the cost of freight, and transportation of these pallets of hundreds of pounds of water purification units, and lots of prayers for God's timing. But so far, thanks to the generosity of so many, the money has been the easy part.
Upcoming blogs won't be so long and tedious. Thanks for praying. Let us not forget our brothers and sisters who are suffering on our doorstep. It sounds so selfish right now to pray for the safety of my wonderful family, but I never claimed not to be selfish.
Love,
Lisa
The outpouring of love from our friends and family was truly amazing. And we are grateful. We also made some calls of our own, desperate for contact with friends and relatives inside Haiti.....
Now, due to the terrific amount of time I am spending on the phone, I decided to blog what's happening so that I can clean my mudroom floor. Well, maybe not.
To answer the basic questions, yes, my family is safe, but I have an aunt who needs diabetes medicine. Bryan cannot locate one friend of his, who lived in the capital. Secondly, we did not work in Port-au-Prince, we were based out of Jeremie, which felt the quake, but was unharmed. For the blessings, we are so thankful.
Anyway, everyone who watched the quake's damages on TV understands the immense feeling of hopelessness and helplessness that we all felt. I think our whole nation felt it. And continues to...until the headlines change, anyway.
On the second day, we suddenly thought that maybe we should actually DO something...besides praying and wringing our hands. Now we're praying and moving. We will give up and come home when we can go no further.
So....many hours of phoning later, Jon Fussle volunteered his services, free of charge, as a pilot..and he found a plane we could use for up to 100 hours at $100/hr. and the cost of fuel (that's a cheap charter, by the way)....but it needed a part. OK. We would wait.
Then he found another plane...that needed insurance. OK. We would wait.
We blatantly asked for money, medical supplies and tools. And we got them.
Our church family set up an account for local donations toward the trip and additional supplies and the money came in from our friends and churches throughout the area.
I asked for water purification systems from HTI, which our dear friend Nathan Jones immediately over-nighted to Miami.
Then, bad news...no flights into Port because of overcrowding. NO SMALL PLANES!
We were discouraged---for about 3 minutes. What about flying into Cap Haitien? What about Santo Domingo? What about illegally bypassing customs onto one of the drug runways. Hey, we would be carrying drugs! Fussle said no.What about a boat from one of the islands?
Then a call from a wonderful philanthropist named Mark (I won't give out his last name so nobody calls him) who wanted to donate $50,000 worth of water purification equipment, but wanted to go through a non-profit organization. Enter Full Life Crusade and the bank account. Thank God for the efficiency of 50K in...50K out. In one day. Committee-Free.
Wire transfers... and then: 10,000 individual water purification units and 8 hydrowell units, which each provide clean water to 400 people a day... for a month! God is so awesome.
However, the logistics of the weight of that much stuff on pallets was more than our little plane could handle. And if we shuttled it, the government wasn't allowing small planes into P-A-P anyway.
By the way, another phone call. Could we take missionaries back to their devastated church in Carrefour? Yes. We could. These dear people had lost 10 church members in the quake when the building they were meeting in collapsed. Their kids were remarkably still alive, along with 20 others. Pray for Lloyd and Darlene Smoker and their family. As well as these dear Haitian believers.
Hey, not only could they ride in our plane, but they could take us to these people...with our stuff, to help in any way possible. We were all excited about the hook-up.
My sister, April, an RN, had "scuttled" about the area collecting medical supplies. Even some sutures and syringes and anesthetics. Our living room floor was looking like a pharmacy. And April wanted to go. All her shifts would be covered.
Jon decided to fly into Cap Haitien, north of P-A-P. The team would then journey down to Carrefour, a very rough section of the capital city. Like a suburb...only from hell.
As of yesterday, residents of this Carrefour area still had seen no sign of aid. Not one person. And they hadn't eaten for 3 days. And they were drinking dirty water. Ahhh, the water machines!!!
A call from Jon. The part came for the plane. It was 7:00 p.m. Friday. He would be in the air within 2 hours, headed for Florida with my other sister Heidi, also a nurse.
It was time to buy the tickets to meet Jon in Fort Lauderdale, which we did. There was some family squabbling over who would get to go. Bryan needed another strong back and wanted Trav. April thought I should go to help with translation. But in the end, it was Kate who was the final seat, and who probably would have hitchhiked to Haiti on the back of a shark had we said no. I would have to stay behind, in utter misery, to handle ground control.
As of right about now, they are leaving for Cap Haitien, in two shuttle groups, 8 hours apart. I'm waiting to hear from Bry before takeoff and hopefully he'll find one of those $10 cell phones that actually are still working loud and clear from the country's mangled capital.
Our needs right now are money for the cost of freight, and transportation of these pallets of hundreds of pounds of water purification units, and lots of prayers for God's timing. But so far, thanks to the generosity of so many, the money has been the easy part.
Upcoming blogs won't be so long and tedious. Thanks for praying. Let us not forget our brothers and sisters who are suffering on our doorstep. It sounds so selfish right now to pray for the safety of my wonderful family, but I never claimed not to be selfish.
Love,
Lisa
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