It is hot. And, hot all of the time. There is no central air-conditioning here to allow a break. But, that's okay. So, you sweat all night and sleep above your covers, but that's ok. It is hot.
You can literally feel your body melting away as you sweat at night, but it felt to me that my sin was melting away as well. Less than twenty-four hours in Haiti and I can already feel my self-absorption disappearing. Freed from anything close to my normal comfort zone, I have become totally dependent on God. My prayers are continuous and I feel the presence of the Spirit.
The people seem somehow larger here. Without the media onslaught and consumerist cultural barrage, the people on the journey with me and those who speak with the muted sounds of Creole French seem larger. As I melt away and give myself for others. God seems larger. The smiles and joy seem happier. We are all sweating, we are all tired, and we are all way beyond our comfort zones. But, that is why we came.
I can't wait to meet the children in Carrefour and the workers there.
It is hot, but that's okay.
After the halfway point on my walk this morning, heading back towards home, I saw something you don’t see every day. It was a mockingbird chasing a hawk. The hawk was probably five times the size of the mockingbird. But the chase was all in the attitude. The mockingbird was squawking and chirping in a language that would make a sailor blush. The hawk wanted no part of it and was trying the flee but could not get away from the mockingbird. What had the hawk done? What had agitated the mockingbird so much? Had it been a transgression? Was the hawk just too close for comfort? Or did the two have a history. I was walking a bit later than normal and had not yet seen this routine. The unusual scene distracted and entertained me as I reflected on a myriad of permutations. As I’ve felt like the one receiving the squawk most of my life as a leader, I was surprised at how proud I was of the little mockingbird. Maybe ...
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