Monday, our last full day in Haiti, we went to Cha Cha mountain. We took two vehicles, a truck and a jeep-like thing with no AC. A few of us rode in the back of the truck with our bodyguard/translator Elijah. We had a lot of fun back there! We took punch and sandwiches to the school children on the top of the mountain. On the way up the poorly sealed punch cooler splashed its sticky contents on both bodies and bags. We had to stop the truck and move it before we could be a bit more comfortable.
As we made our way up Cha Cha Mountain, some of the group saw a dead body beside
the road, covered in dust from possibly hours of being there. He was
most likely hit by a car. It makes me think of the earthquake.
There
is a book at the guesthouse about the earthquake that hit Haiti in
2010. When I looked at the Haitian people before I read the book, it
looked to me like they were poor and had a hard life, but they still
smiled. After I read the book, I could see more clearly how hard
their lives really are. They are so poor, even poorer than they were
before the quake, which was poor enough. They have experienced so much, seen so much. Think
about it. The earth is shaking so hard that even the so-called
strongest buildings are falling all around them. Falling right on
people. People they know and love. Crushing them. Killing them. Blood
running everywhere. Screams everywhere. Some did not even know what
an earthquake was. Why is the ground shaking? Is it the rapture? Have
I been left behind? You can never put those images out of your mind.
It's more painful, though, when someone brings it up again. We drove
to see the Cathedral of Our Lady of the
Assumption in Port-Au-Prince. It is a crumbled mess. Beggars
everywhere. Tents along the road. A man sleeping in the heat of the
day. Because they have nowhere else to go, nowhere else to sleep.
Ginette says maybe fifteen will all sleep in one little tent. They
see us just looking at the Cathedral and some are angry. "Why do
you look? Why do you gawk? You do not know what that crumbled mass
means to me. It is like you laugh at my pain when you look. You see a
mess that should have been cleaned up 4 years ago. I see the remains
of a disaster so terrible it will never leave my brain. I see death.
Brutal death. I see loss of my home and my loved ones. I see the
reason I am now on the streets, along with my friends. I see bodies
piled high in the street, being burned there because nothing
else can be done with them." I do not know what you have gone through, dear Haitian staring back at me.
I have never felt it. Anything I think is hard in my life, is as a
splinter to you. But I wish I could help. I wish I could give you
hope. I try. I saw a picture of a man shot for looting after the
quake. It haunts me. Lying on his back with limbs sprawled
everywhere. Blood running down the pile he is on. His head is turned
towards the camera. His eyes are open and he is smiling. Dead. But
smiling. Where did he go? When I again take a look at the
people of Haiti, I see that they know how to keep on smiling. It is
the only thing that will keep them going. They have to put the past
behind them. It is too hard to stay back there. They may want to
stay, but then their stomach starts to growl, and their children call
out for food. The rain comes and shelter has to be found. Life never
stops its brutal push on man. So they smile in the pain. They chatter
and wave to friends. Life is hard. So make the best of it. But we
can't just make the best of things, because we are a fallen, sinful
people. We can't make things better, at least not eternally, unless
we share the news that Jesus came to earth as a perfect Man and died
a sinner's death: just for us. To save us from a corrupt world, so
that if we believe in Him, treasure Him, and put full trust in Him
for everything, no matter how tough it gets, we will have a beautiful
a perfect life with Him after we die.
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| Apparently we got a lot of rain the night before.... |
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| Sugarcane |
This is more of the damage form Hurricane Sandy. The road, which used to run on the top of the ledge, was torn down by the rushing water
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| The leaky orange punch coolers. |
As we got higher and higher, we could see farther and farther, eventually even seeing the ocean.
We stopped under the shade of a huge tree to stretch our legs and enjoy the view.
We could see this tree from far down the mountain.
Our first view of the unfinished church on top of Cha Cha mountain.
The school children came smiling to greet us as we piled out of the vehicles. Everyone that I met in Haiti was extremely welcoming and kind.
As we stood in the church and got pictures and heard stories, the women from Cha Cha who had attended the conference came down to us and greeted us warmly and gave us hugs and kisses. They were so happy to see us again.
The woman below is the woman who sold the land to Pastor Maxeau. He went up the mountain after God told him that he was not supposed to stay in the valley but he was to climb the mountain. So he did and many came to Christ throuhg him and the men he brought with him. Later he wanted to build a church so when he found the perfect spot, he went to the owner and asked to buy it. She consented after a while but told him he could
not have the one large tree on the land that was used for Voodoo worship. He told her he wouldn't buy the land at all if he couldn't have the tree. She was finally persuaded not only to sell the land but also to turn from Voodoo worship and run into the arms of Jesus, the only One who could ever satisfy her. The tree (hollow in the middle just like the woman's life before she came to Christ) was cut down. Part of it was burned and part of it was sent into the city to be carved into offering plates. As the tree that was used for so much evil was carved into an offering to God, so our lives can be carved into the image of God and used for Him even after they have been used for terrible things against Him.
We got back to the
guesthouse and found that there were two other people staying there.
Stephen and his 6-year-old son Ethan had arrived that evening and
were relaxing on the porch. As soon as I met Ethan I fell in love
with him. As the night wore on, I think he fell in love with me too.
He is very talkative. Very energetic. And very outgoing. I don't
really know how to describe him. I miss that kid. I found out later that he didn't know we that when we said goodbye, we wouldn't be coming back in the afternoon. We would be leaving Haiti and who knows when we'll meet again. I think he missed
his mother because that night I brought him to bed and he didn't want
me to leave. “No. Stay with me!” But he saw my chunky heart
necklace that I wore a lot in Haiti and he asked me: “Did your
boyfriend give this to you?” “Oh no! I don't have a boyfriend!”
“Oh! You don't have a boyfriend? Who gave it to you? It must be
very special! A special person gave it to you!” “No. I don't even
know where I got it. Nobody gave it to me.” “This is your
boyfriend!” he says, cradling the heart. “What is his name?”
“Is it? I don't know his name. What should his name be?” I let
him think about that as I pretended to. I wanted to see what he'd
come up with. “Hm.... His name is Charley!” and then “Oh no!
That is my cat's name!” He dramatically put his head in his hand
and went to his father. “Oh no! Oh no!” Apparently he didn't like anything to have a name anything else had.
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| This little ball of energy was hard to capture in a picture! He made us all laugh so hard. |
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| Ethan and his dad. |
Saying goodbye. It was the last time we would see the HUG girls on this trip.
