31 May 2011

Something Drastic

You must read > this new blog <.  

Our daughter has her own blog now. 

She's a fresh new blogger.  

Some of you know her.  

Some of you will.  

She has great insight into all things youth.  

She's grown a lot the past year or so and we're very proud of her.   

Please go and encourage her.


We have made some connections while we've been here, but mostly through Twitter and blogs.  One thing we considered when coming here was the vacuum of interpersonal relationships in a foreign land.  And while we have made 'connections' - there are not too many 'friendships'.

This is why we are so happy to be going to see our friends today!  You can read more about them on their site which I just linked there, but the Shaferlys have met a need in our lives and we're so grateful.  I think it may be mutual.  Elijah and Samuel are close in age and get along great!  Since Hannah has a brother, she fits right in too; and she loves Cecilia.  Perla and I just love Michael and Sara and the work they are doing here is awesome.  They build houses!

In Haiti terms, they live just around the corner.  So, we are going there today.  Yay!  Yes, the fact that we get a day off helps too.

I'll take some pictures.

Prayer Requests

As we continue to merge our website with our blog, we have updated our prayer requests.

Thanks for your support.

18 May 2011

Pray, Just Pray.

It is the rainy season in Haiti.  Usually it rains for a couple hours each evening. Yesterday, it rained in the afternoon and again at night.  Rain in Haiti is not ever just a passing shower.  It's not usually a mist or drizzle.  Rain in Haiti is always very tropical.  It is as if the skies open up and buckets pour down.  It is constant.  As quickly as it started, it stops.  There's no easing into it - no easing out of it.  The only warning we usually receive is the sight of the approaching clouds. Very. Ominous. Clouds.  The rain in Haiti is so well-known, that the other day, they shortened the Tuesday evening church service because it had started to rain.  "You all need to get home," they said.

I wanted to give you a little back ground, so that the next two pictures would have meaning for you - like they do for us.

The first photo is of the rain last night that POURED off our roof.  This photo is only about 6 inches worth of the edge of a roof that covers about 2000 square feet.  This was not the only area of our roof where the water drains off.  There are several.

 This was just one small portion of the rain that was POURING off of our roof last night.  It rained for 5 hours.  The water poured off the roof even after it had stopped raining. There was that much water.  The wind was constant and strong.  It was so strong that it was blowing the water sideways and in through the side of the window frames.  All the rooms in the back of the building had puddles on the tiled floors under the windows.

This is the tent 'city' behind our building just this morning.  

They don't have roofs.  

They don't have windows or window frames.  

They don't have tiled floors.   

Would you pray now, please?

09 May 2011

Wonderfully You

So we know this lady.  Ok, we more than just know her.  We consider her a very good friend and she is a great role model for our daughter.  She used to be in our church and then she moved.  We weren't so happy about that part.  She is very supportive of us in ministry.  We luuuhhhvvvv her.

We call her Ellen the Wise because of her very excellent counsel in matters of life, church, and general all around everything.  Even what may be the very simplest of questions will get a 'oh, that's good advice' answer from her. Best of all, she's quite humble about this ability. Not everyone listens to her counsel.  Their loss.  And she's not like this super-perfect lady either, ya know.  Yeah, did I mention that we weren't too happy about that moving away thing.

When are you coming to Haiti anyway, Ellen?

I said all of this by way of introduction.  She has started blogging. Just. Started.

Now, all of you blogging friends of ours know what a challenge it can be to stay regular with your blog - unless you have no life - in which case you have very little to blog about anyway, right?  So, pray for Miss Ellen and her new blog.  You can go and welcome her at her blog, "Wonderfully You"

And check back on her often.

07 May 2011

"Tèt Ou Menm Bèl"

For all of you Kreyol Grammar fanatics...I know it's not correct, but it is exactly how it was said to me.

It has been a challenging couple of weeks.  Many decisions have been made - not all, by us.   Many actions have taken place, not all, by us.

The other day I was very hot and run down from a day of pothole surfing in the truck.  I went to shower and shaved my head.  It's always much cooler with a fresh shave.  A cold shower after a hot Haitian afternoon is the perfect physical respite.

Then I went outside to watch some basketball.  Yes, watch.  Spending time with these children on a cooling Haitian evening, with no phone, no office, no email, is the perfect emotional respite.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, along cames Makenn.  He's eight.  He's a twin.  He loves me.  I love him. As I sat on the cement block at the side of the basketball court, he stood beside me.

He started wiping my now sweating head.

"Tet ou menm bel"

"Your head is beautiful"

I started to cry.  OK. 'Can't cry courtside.'


"Thank you"

These children know just when to say the right thing.  They are conscientious and loving.  They deserve that the best decisions be made for them.

"Tet ou menm bel"


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06 May 2011

The Piano

Thanks to T&T for reminding us today.

A lot is happening in Haiti and here.  Someday, we'll share more.  Right now, please pray that the Master would just reach around us and make sense of it all.

The Piano

Wishing to encourage her young son's progress on the piano, a mother took her boy to a Paderewski concert. After they were seated, the mother spotted a friend in the audience and walked down the aisle to greet her. Seizing the opportunity to explore the wonders of the concert hall, the little boy rose and eventually explored his way through a door marked "NO ADMITTANCE. 

When the houselights dimmed and the concert was about to begin, the mother returned to her seat and discovered that the child was missing. Suddenly, the curtains parted and spotlights focused on the impressive Steinway on stage. In horror, the mother saw her little boy sitting at the keyboard, innocently picking out "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star." At that moment, the great piano master made his entrance, quickly moved to the piano, and whispered in the boy's ear, "Don't quit. Keep playing." 

Then leaning over, Paderewski reached down with his left hand and began filling in a bass part. Soon his right arm reached around to the other side of the child and he added a running obligatio. Together, the old master and the young novice transformed a frightening situation into a wonderfully creative experience. And the audience was mesmerized. 

Whatever our situation in life and history--however outrageous, however desperate, whatever dry spell of the spirit, whatever dark night of the soul-- God is whispering deep within our beings, "Don't quit. Keep playing. You are not alone, Together we will transform the broken patterns into a masterwork of my creative art. Together, we will mesmerize the world with our song of peace.

 © E. Elliot 1997