David was in Leogane today

"We had a good day! Went to Leogane and started to distribute supplies. I did a lot of translation. Attached is a church that we visited. They are trying to clear it so that they can have church on Sunday. Every other house is flat." David Uttley, in an email home

So David spent today in the town that holds such vivid memories for me. I believe I would be very disheartened to see it like this. But what are the Haitians doing? Trying to clear the rubble so they can resume their lives, including worshiping God together.

And, are they misunderstood because there are not enough translators? Or because they are such a proud and resilient people? Because they have been beaten down so many times by political corruption and abuse, natural disaster, severe poverty and can still get back up? Because they are a people of faith who turn to God when they lose it all? And then lose it again? Because they want something better for their families? Because they are weary of broken promises from well-meaning foreigners?

I don't even know the right questions, let alone the right answers.

“Thank you for coming,” Pastor Janvier said. “We have been praying for God’s help and He sent you here.” Courtesy Samaritan's Purse:

http://www.samaritanspurse.org/index.php/Samaritans_Purse_Today/post/making_a_difference/

My ties to Leogane, Haiti

Following yesterday's aftershock, more attention is being focused on Leogane, Haiti. It is situated about 15 -20 miles west of the capitol of Port-au-Prince, virtually the epicenter of last week's quake and as you might imagine was very hard hit. I have read and heard estimates as high as 90+% of the buildings were leveled.

Leogane was my home for six weeks in February 1986, during the "dechoukaj" or literally, "uprooting" of then President Jean-Claude Duvalier, or "Baby Doc" as he was known. He was also known for the ton-ton macoutes, or "secret service" who were notorious for being his personal henchmen. Of course, it is debatable how much direct involvement he had in their questionable (at best!) activities. That Haitians feared them, is an understatement.

During the "dechoukaj", I was living in Port (short for Port-au-Prince) enrolled in language study and preparing to move "up country" with a small team of doctors and nurses to work at a vacant hospital.

This was before cell phones, Facebook, blogs, instant messaging or the internet as we know it today. Hopital Ste. Croix, a hospital in Leogane with Presbyterian and Episcopalian ties to the US, was in desperate need of reinforcements. They spoke to their home office in the states who shared this prayer request in church. Someone at that church service knew the physician stationed with me in Port. Long story short? He and I packed our bags and rode out to Leogane, praying the whole way as we passed very visible signs of the political upheaval....burning tires, agitated people, and a palpable anxiety as long stifled emotions were erupting all around us.

Leogane is where I delivered my first Haitian baby, honed my very crude Creole skills, and worked to save the lives of ton-ton macoutes who were brutally beaten in retaliation for years of abuse. It is where I fell in love with the Haitian people.

Would I go now to help if I could? In a heartbeat! But I am not able to go now, so I take great comfort in the fact that my soul-mate is there.

On a different note, I heard today that a secondary pier is now operational in Port-au-Prince, speeding delivery of humanitarian supplies.

http://edition.cnn.com/2010/WORLD/americas/01/21/haiti.earthquake/index.html

And Samaritan's Purse has a convoy of trucks with heavy equipment on the way to Ft. Pierce, Florida to be shipped to Haiti.

http://www.samaritanspurse.org/index.php/Samaritans_Purse_Today/post/convoy_details/

Again, I can't thank you enough for your interest and prayers.

Digging out and digging in

Thursday is garbage day here. Remembered to roll the garbage can out last night to the end of the driveway for pickup. Just heard the truck come by for the latest Uttley contribution to the local landfill. That got me to thinking....

With Haiti never long from my thoughts, I am reminded of the overwhelming clean up efforts which will be needed. Last night, we were talking at the dinner table about this and other aspects of the Haiti crisis. We were wondering what will be done with all the rubble from collapsed buildings? My mom remembered hearing that during the Tsunami recovery in 2004, they ground it up and used in the rebuilding efforts. Could it be used on dirt roads? How would the possible contamination be handled? One question leads to another.

This morning as I was reviewing incoming emails and news reports, I read a very moving and troubling letter about a family in Colorado Springs still waiting on word about their husband/father who was trapped in the rubble of Hotel Montana. They have been on a roller coaster of emotions; hearing first that the rescue efforts have shifted to recovery, now, that tapping is heard again which brings the rescue crews back. May God grant this precious family much grace to wait it out!

If you want more information on their story:

http://www.coloradoconnection.com/news/story.aspx?id=402939

Then my thoughts shift back to the countless Haitians who will never know exactly what happened to family members who are missing.

I cannot dig out, offer shelter, a soothing shower, or hot meal. But I can dig in and trust my God who will not forsake them.

Deuteronomy 31:8 reminds me:

The LORD himself goes before you and will be with you;

he will never leave you nor forsake you.

Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.

I am clinging to that promise for my Haitian brothers and sisters; and also for our sister in Colorado Springs.

http://www.samaritanspurse.org/index.php/Samaritans_Purse_Today/post/god_is_now_real/