Welcome to the Gospel to Haiti Clinic Blog!
We are located in the beautiful mountainous terrain of rural southern Haiti, and our clinic serves its small community in many ways. These pictures and comments are about individual people whose lives we have been able to touch in some way. Look through the compassionate eyes of Christ, and pray for them...
... But God loves everybody. And wouldn't He be blessed looking down on this sight? There was dear Miss Katie, bathing and combing this poor deserted lady. It was such an angel's work. Clinic had just finished, but Miss Katie was not finished yet. She could not stand to see this poor little lady go home with ripped up feet and dirty clothing. But it couldn't be done without a fight. All the Haitians were saying, "Don't give her the shoes. She will throw them away. Don't give them. Someone will steal them." But...
God loves everybody. So Katie kept at it.
The two doctors came today. It sure helped get the people floating through our doors faster on a full Friday. And we were sure glad they were here when a man came with a broken wrist. The only problem was that we didn't have the right casting supplies. So that meant we had to rip and tear up a few odd things we found in the depot. It was fun to watch the doctors create something that would work until they got out to town to give him an X-ray. It was also amazing to see them trying so hard to keep the man in his chair. The pain was almost more than he could bear. And I can only imagine what his swollen wrist was saying to him. "Ouch and stop. Stop and ouch."
Nate is working on getting our ultrasound machine ready for locomotion. It was so fun to see him diligently measuring and stitching up a sturdy vinyl cover for it, to keep it safe and clean. Now one of these days we hope to move it into our clinic and make some good use of it.
My heart is over whelmed as I try to put my thoughts into words. Almost two weeks ago, we had a patient come in who was in severe respiratory distress. A young 25 year old man, who had a lived a very undesirable life. He had ruined himself so young. He was rough, tough, one you wouldn't want to mess with. He was brought to our clinic with a very short life expectancy.
How would Jesus reach into a life like his? My flesh wanted to run the other way and hide but my heart wanted to give the love of Christ. Everyone left him. No one wanted to take responsibility and care for him. We were left to sort everything out. Where was his family? Where was someone who truly cared?
My heart ached as we spent hours beside his bed sharing Christ, praying, and singing with him. The spiritual battle was strong. You could feel the rage between darkness and light. The young man fought on. He was fighting to hold on. Fighting to not die. He was scared. He didn't want to give up life. He would ask …
Where do I start? My week has had a
lot of ups and downs; hurts, joys, miracles and sorrows. Things I don’t know
what to do with, but God does and that is what matters! Monday morning dawned early with a knock at
the gate around 5:30am…. A lady in labor. And it’s my turn! J She had already made lots
of progress in her labor before coming to us and I expected the baby to be born
in the next several hours, but she was a 1st time mom so you never
quite know. I had noticed some variability in the baby’s heart rate but nothing
to major so I just kept monitoring it. She
labored, but not hard, throughout the day. She was making slow progress; in the
evening I thought the baby was about to come but, oh not yet. I left her for
the night with instructions to come call use when they needed us. A knock never
came in the night, though I thought and dreamt about her. So I made my way down
around 6-6:30am, baby’s heart rate was really good but he still wasn’t making his
appearance. I came ba…
"A hurricane is coming! It's name is Matthew!". Such was the neighborhood talk leading up to the storm this week. Everyone wondered if the blans (whites) knew just how bad this one would be and just when it would arrive. Walking to clinic on Monday morning, we wondered what our day was going to be like. We thought either we would have a really big day, or else small. To our delight, it was the latter! We had 13 patients who braved the light rain and wind. By early afternoon the street was quiet. Everyone had gone to their houses to try to stay warm and dry. The Hurricane didn't start with all of its furry until around midnight on Monday night. Around that time, the wind and rain started to really pick up speed. I can't find the words that I want to describe to you what all happened in the next 24 hrs. Alyssa, Rachel and I mopped up water, and more water. The tin on the one corner of the house started to make a rather odd noise, so we alerted the guys and they soo…