A Sawmill for Jeremie!

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Container Arrives Safe and Sound!

All the building materials and supplies have safely arrived in Jeremie and the process of distribution to the outlying churches and people has begun!

Thanks to your generosity, we were able to send almost a thousand sheets of roofing steel, 12 cordless drills, 50 bags of roofing screws, over 300 12’ 2x4s and 2x6s, 50 “garage in a box” heavy duty tents with sidewall kits, 100 tarps, seeds and more! Praise the Lord for all of this! And again, thank you!

The committee and church leaders met with Bryan and they decided that reconstruction of the outlying church buildings would be first priority, as they are used for countless community activities and services and can also house people while they are rebuilding their homes.  Tarps and tents have been distributed for temporary shelters as well!

The Back Story

On October 4, 2016, Hurricane Matthew struck Haiti along the tip of the southern peninsula, hitting Lisa’s mom’s home town of Jeremie, where we have worked for two decades and our parents and grandparents before us.  News broadcasts were painting a horrific picture of death and destruction along much of Haiti’s southern coastal regions. The death toll reached 1,000 and we lost 8 of our church members.

Our daughter, Kate, was in North Dakota and planned to leave immediately.  She and Bryan linked up in Port-au-Prince and connected with Jon Fussle, who was our pilot after the earthquake, and he was able to fly us to Jeremie in a single-engine plane.

The damage is unbelievable.  The once lush, green hillsides were brown, stripped of all leaves, and many big trees had branches completely gone, or were laying on the ground. Bryan got choked up just looking at it.  At moments like those, one looks around and gets a feeling of utter hopelessness, that things will never be the same again for so many. This region was also Haiti’s fruit producer. The devastation of the forests is an enormous hit to the entire nation.

Bryan met with church leaders and close friends to determine the course of action.  It seemed best to try to get tarps, tents, and building materials there as soon as possible. Every one of our ten churches lost their roofs and probably 80% of rural homes have been completely destroyed. The people lost what little they had.

Lisa put together a medical team that would leave within a week.  That group would be small, pack light, carry in their own food and water-filtration supplies as well as medical supplies.

It seemed the cards were stacked against them at first.  Roads to Jeremie were completely impassible. The fog in Port-au- Prince was so heavy, they could not leave by air.  There were no boats traveling  to the Gran d’Anse province either.  Finally, we were able to charter a bus when the road was passable.  So, two days later, we were on our way to Jeremie.

We walked and motorcycled in and around Jeremie and treated people who were temporarily living in schools and large buildings.  There were hundreds of people packed into these places, just trying to stay dry and find something to eat.  We spent the next few days walking up the mountain behind Jeremie, treating people there, and set up a temporary clinic.  We traveled to the village of Leon where we again treated those who were injured.

When the medical team came home, Kate chose to stay behind and continue her mission of food distribution and wound care, which has been a tremendous blessing to the people. We are very proud of our brave and compassionate daughter! 

Bryan returned home and began to assemble a shipping container of supplies.  He called his contacts from local building suppliers and distributors, and got a detailed list of pricing and quantities that were significantly discounted for the work. Our brothers and sisters contributed toward this cause and responded whole-heartedly from all over the country!

Thank you so much for being an integral part of our work in Jeremie! Please continue to pray for this exciting new chapter ahead!

Customs

Bryan is working on getting the container-load of building materials through customs. We are working with one of the senators who is helping us to make this happen without having to pay the normal exhorbitant taxes Haiti places on importation. There are materials enough to help about 1,500 families if the materials are used for individual homes. Your donations allowed those materials to be purchased and shipped. Thank you so much for supporting these efforts to get our brothers and sisters under cover.

There is discussion among the Haitian believers whether to concentrate on repairing one central church in a completely devastated area so the the whole community could take shelter while individual homes are built. We will have to wait to see how the people want to proceed with reconstruction.

Also, people interested in going on a trip to Jeremie to help with construction or plug into the hospital or the orphanages should contact us about dates. Due to the recent political upheaval in the Gran d'Anse province, we are waiting until things calm down in Jeremie to bring teams. But we can keep you posted as the dust clears.

What's Been Going on Since then?

I know. I have to change the blog title.

There were over 10,000 of you individual people who kept up with this blog after the earthquake and then I just dumped you. Sorry about that.

Anyway, I thought I should probably bring you up to speed as we just remembered the fourth year since the earthquake. We were in Haiti for that anniversary. It was solemn but beautiful.

 Bryan and I have gone back to doing the stuff we did before the earthquake: Bryan is a building contractor and I'm the director of a little library in upstate New York. We're still raising a couple of kids. And we are still leading teams to Jeremie, Haiti, where we worked before the quake. We lead a few teams a year to experience the roller-coaster ride that is Haiti. Extreme beauty, kindness, joy...and extreme suffering, poverty, hopelessness...

We provide a way for people to experience the Haitian people and their culture and we give them opportunities to minister in Haiti. Every team is different.

We've taken medical teams, dental teams, optical teams, and often, people with no special skill sets who just want to see what "missions" are all about. Well, Haiti has open arms and there is a place for everyone.

I am publishing the newletter from our January trip if you are interested in keeping up with us or in going to Haiti yourself: Here goes...

As you know, Bryan and I have been leading teams to Haiti for 25 years, following the example of my parents. We’ve seen government coups, embargos,  hurricanes, death, disease, earthquakes and drought. We’ve also seen the rain come. We’ve seen revival and restoration and rebuilding. We’ve seen people healed naturally and supernaturally. We’ve brought hope and been given hope.

The current President of Haiti, Haitian pop-star-turned-president is, for the first time in our lives, making good on his promises. Things are looking up. By “looking up” I don’t mean that there is enough medical care, or food, or an end to poverty. As Jesus said, “The poor will always be among you.” But there is hope. Even the bus ride only took 8 hours to go 120 miles instead of the usual 12 hours. This last trip was a beautiful time to be in Haiti. And for our family, it was historic. Let me explain:

My grandfather, Pastor George Clerie, was a native Haitian evangelist who preached the gospel in the remote regions in and around Jeremie in the the Grand Anse province. Many churches were founded in the mountains as a result of his ministry. When we take teams, we go to visit and encourage these people, who are George Clerie’s spiritual children, so to speak. I like to think of it as his physical children visiting his spiritual children! And I also believe that these generational connections are both physically and spiritually powerful.

This time, we were headed to the only church that we’ve NEVER visited and our parents have NEVER visited. In fact, our team was to become the first foreigners ever to visit this place. It is called Doco, with perhaps a couple hundred residents. We would enter the village as Pastor Clerie’s grandchildren and great grandchildren, and their friends. And yes, all of our kids were on the team, including our son Travis’s beautiful fiance, Kayla.

Before we left for Doco, we took the team to some traditional places to get a taste of Haitian culture: From the market, to the cemetery, churches, the public hospital, orphanages, and into the homes of the people. Some of the team felt called specifically to children’s ministry so we were able to give them the opportunity to work with children. They had expected to work with a small group of 30 but were quickly overwhelmed by 80. The rest of the team would go on to Doco.

The trip to Doco was 1 1/2 hours by truck, then 8 1/2 hours on foot. We would cross the Voldrog River 80 times. Our Haitian friends kept track of these crossings by putting a small pebble in their pockets on each crossing. When they were counted on arrival, sure enough, there were 80 of them!

On arrival, we were welcomed by a big crowd of curious and joyful onlookers, who shook our hands, hugged us, and showed us our accomodations that were specially prepared by the villagers. They had constructed a framework of poles and tarps for a shelter, and had dug an outhouse made of palm branches.

After some games, visiting, and a meal with the Haitians, the lamplit night church service began. It’s actually a misnomer to call it a “meeting” or a “church service.” I would call it a “celebration” or a “dance marathon!” One of our team members called it a “disco,” but that’s still too tame! When Haitians praise their Creator, they actually do it...with every fiber of their vocal chords, drums, hands, and bodies. It's a breathtaking experience for the timid chorus-singer who can barely keep a steady clapping rhythm. Surprisingly, at the end of the night, the tin roof still remained. 

After the “meeting,” we rolled out our blankets on the ground outside the church to get ready for bed as 50-75 Haitians quietly watched us from a standing semi-circle. It was funny to be observed so silently and closely. I could hear whispers in Creole like, “Oh, that’s a nice bag she’s sleeping in.” I smiled myself to sleep. Except without the sleep part.

When the Haitians said it would be cold in Doco at night, I thought, “Yeah, right. To Haitians, 70 degrees is cold.” But they were right. It was cold. It was New York cold! We all froze during the night and hardly slept. But it was beautiful. We were happy to be there. Hot or cold.

The next day we played games with the children and the many adults, who wanted to play, too! It was a wonderful time of fun and fellowship. We also visited many of the homes in Doco. They were proud to show us their humble huts and were regretful that they had nothing to offer us. We learned about their families and their crops and prayed and sang songs of blessing over their homes. Some of the oldest people remembered my grandfather and had accepted Christ when he had preached there over 60 years ago.  I was able to introduce them to his great grandchildren, who they were overjoyed to meet.

That night, there was another 3 or 4-hour dance marathon. This time there were even more people crammed into the tiny church, since others had joined us from across the ravine. Perhaps they heard the celebrating the night before and didn’t want to miss the fun! They slept overnight with us, too.

The next morning, we left behind much of what we had carried for the people of Doco to use; tarps, sheets, blankets, backpacks, and Creole Bibles; and began the long walk home. Our hearts were even lighter than our packs.

Our daughter, Kate, has been dating a young man named Brock Lescheid who was also on the team. At a beautiful place along the river where the water was crystal blue, he knelt and asked her to be his wife. There was no better place in the world to win her heart than in the country that courses through her veins. She said “yes,” of course, and we all had even more cause to celebrate!

Back at the hotel in Jeremie, we had much to discuss with the rest of the team. Those that had worked with the children at the orphanage and hospital shared their hearts with us and we shared ours with them. There were many tears, as usual. There were many laughs, too, and even some engagement toasts!

The team that stayed in Jeremie had held abandoned babies for hours. They wept over the sick and dying as they prayed. They held orphans who had never known the love of a physical parent. The Doco team celebrated, played, and fellowshipped, even with our sore feet. We had different stories about the same God. 

Our trips to Haiti aren’t about “a mission” or “a project.” Our trips are about people.  We give whatever we have to give. It is about personally giving and receiving the love of the Father. The touch of the Master is very personal.

Bryan and I tried to explain to the congregation in Doco that the reason we had come on foot and traveled the path of the Haitians is because we wanted to honor them.

“You see,” Bryan said, “Every year you people of Doco come to Jeremie for the annual convention of churches founded by Pastor George. Every year we see you there, sometimes falling asleep in the pews after your long walk.”

They all laughed.

He continued, “This time, we wanted to come to you, in the same way that you have come to us so many times. On foot. We wanted to walk the same route that you walk.” The church errupted in applause and cheers and “amens” and there was so much joy at this news! It meant more to them than I ever could have imagined.

I suppose it shouldn’t have come as such a surprise to me that “walking in somebody else’s shoes” would mean so much, especially after having used this well-known cliché for so long! 

But there’s a verse in the Bible that has also become a cliché. How many times have we heard “Deny yourself, pick up your cross, and follow me” without even thinking what that means on a practical level? We may think, “Yeah, it means being totally sold out for Christ,” but that’s just religiousspeak, that’s not practical. What does it really mean?

Jesus was calling us to get outside ourselves and walk his route.

The cross he carried was a symbol of the weight of the world in all its sin and suffering.  Maybe Jesus was actually asking us to unselfishly identify with and carry the burdens of others. Maybe Jesus knew the power of this act.

When we have compassion for someone’s struggle, for their pain, for their hardship or circumstances, and even when we identify with their joy, we are able to move in the power of the transforming love of God. What we say and what we do will minister to their deepest needs. People will actually believe us when we pray.

There is a reason that flowery prayers don’t speak to someone who’s suffering. But silent tears do.

There is a reason that Jesus layed hands on people. There is a reason that he touched them. There is a reason he was “moved with compassion” before he healed or before Lazarus came out of the tomb.

There’s a reason that going to Haiti moves people to their cores. It is because for one brief moment, we are taken out of our American “problems” and self-consciousness and actually identify with and have compassion for complete strangers. And Haitians see it and are forever changed by it. And we are surprised. Because we never knew we had it in us!  

If imitation is the highest form of flattery, then maybe we should copy Jesus.

Matt: 16:24  If anyone wants to be my follower, you must deny yourself, pick up your cross, and follow me.

Thank you so much for your prayers and support of this ministry, passed down, from generation to generation. If you are interested in going with us to Haiti, we’d love to have you. We’re even planning an “Old Duffers” trip for people wanting to minister in Haiti but who may not feel physically capable of being on an “Extreme Team.” I know, the name is not as glamorous, but the work is the same. May God pour His blessings on your life as you continue to serve Him.

Love,

Bryan and Lisa

P.S. If you are interested in following this blog in the future, the new url will be full-life-haiti.blogspot.com

My Final Post (for now)

And a really good title, too, I might add. :)

So, my dad is re-couping, we continue to speak in churches every weekend and the occasional student assembly, people continue to gather supplies for another container shipment, the work in Carrefour continues, and we are planning another trip to Haiti the end of March, the goal being to get to Jeremie.

I have loved keeping you all abreast of this adventure we have shared! I am sorry to leave this blog, regretfully having nothing new to report, aside from the above listed things. Please check back on occasion, in case of new developments.

I have no way of knowing who most of you 10,000 people are, but thank you for reading. Thank you for caring about this love of my heart. Don't forget her.

I am posting a link to a video that I hope you will all watch:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cd-RkzfTxzU

Love, Lisa

Dad Comes Back to the U.S.

Dad is in Tampa with Heidi at a hospital. April will be joining them tomorrow. They are running a bunch of tests on him and he's pretty exhausted. Thank you everybody for all your messages of concern and all your prayers! We appreciate it.