"Field Posts"

2 weeks ago, we were out visiting a remote village church in a place called Les Rois.  I have a special place in my heart reserved for Les Rois.  Here is why.... ( I Met Christ Incarnate , blog post from September 2009)  (If you are a map person, you can go  here  and find "Picot - Les Rois")  But anyway, back to the story.  As we approached the church, the ladies in the church were singing like angels.  It was as if we were approaching heaven.  I had no idea what was about to happen. Once inside, we sang a few more songs, and then the Pastor invited an older woman in the church to come forward and sing a song.  She chose #17.  You can listen to a random youtube video I found of the song  here .  Here are the lyrics with translation for the first verse and chorus... Verse 1 Mwen byen kontan ke Papa mwen nan syèl, I am happy because my father who is in heaven, Pale nan liv li pou di m Li renmen m tells in the Bible th...

We say it all the time for one reason.  IT IS TRUE.  We are grateful.  We are humbled.  We are appreciative.  We are loved.  We are supported.  We are blessed. The fact that there is an army of people standing with us, behind us and before us, encourages us deeply in our soul.  Every day, it keeps us fighting. We know that we actually would have to move back to the US and be  normal  if it weren't for people sacrificially and generously giving on a monthly/annual basis. We hear it all the time that people are praying.  Seriously, a lot of people are praying for us.  A LOT.  How many people can say that they have an army of people praying for them on a regular basis.  How cool is that? To those who stand with us, THANK YOU.

Well, I guess that depends on how we define "normal".  Maybe I do, and maybe I don't.  Here's my point... Ready for some honesty? Because the GPS coordinates of our home are different then almost everyone we know, because what we do for "work" looks so very different than the vast majority of people we know, because we seem to be 24/7 fundraising (sadly everything passes through that filter), because we live in a TOTALLY different culture, because we are tan in the winter (we go to the beach in January and we don't own winter clothes), because we are learning to speak a different language (and often forget our English words), because almost everyone we know lives on the information superhighway and we live on the information dirt road, because we drive around motorcycles and four-wheelers instead of mini-vans and sedans, because we eat monkey brains and cockroaches (not really, but we do eat different foods), because our children are growing up dress...

Tessa and I were out on a daddy/daughter date, and we decided to be a little adventurous. We were on my motorcycle, and we decided to venture off the road, onto some trails to explore a place we had never been. Once we ran out of path along a hidden ridge, not all that far from my home, we stopped to turn around. When we stopped to turn around I noticed some young boys and a woman holding her infant child. I turned off the motorcycle so I could say hello. After my initial greeting, the mother started walked toward me, and she clearly asked me to take her baby.  She asked, "How many children do you have?"  I responded with "3", and she responded, "now you can have 4."  We went back and forth for a few minutes with this exchange. This isn't the first time this has happened, but it surely got my attention. Was she really asking me to take her baby? Yes, she was. Why would she ask me to do that? What were those boys standing there thinking when...

It's all about Changed values. Changed perspectives. Changed hearts. Changed realities. Changed eternal destinations. Wow, this is really fun and really hard all at the same time. We have been in a season of extreme activity. We are growing as a staff, learning how to manage ourselves, our people, our resources, our finances, our relationships, and many other things, all in order to do more better. Quantity and Quality is what we talk about.  By February 7, we have already had our 5 th team of the year arrive in Haiti. This is team #5 in a string of 12 teams in 12 weeks. In a few short weeks, we will have 2 teams on the ground at the same time, totaling about 31 people at the same time.   To be honest, we aren't planning to slow down, although, don't tell anyone, we will be grateful when/if a natural break occurs. We have long said, that if we believe in what we do, then let's do more of it. It's not about the activity. It is about changed lives...

I guess if I didn't want to travel, I shouldn't have moved overseas. Right? During the month of December and January, I traveled to the US 3 times. That's too much, but it just worked out that way.  First trip was just me for 5 days for planning meetings at the RMI FL Office.  This meetings are of extreme importance to keep the field and the FL office all moving together in the same direction.   Second trip was with my family to go see out extended family in NJ for Christmas.  It was awesome.  We TOTALLY surprised everyone, even ourselves.  We made a last minute decision to make it happen.  I had not seen my parents and siblings for 18 months. Third trip was with Benjamin for 3 different events over a period of 10 days.  We attended the FMSC Partners Conference, the McGregor Baptist Global Impact Celebration, as well as gave a report in the semi-annual RMI Board Meeting.  It was a GREAT trip, but Benjamin and I both desperatel...

This past Sunday, in church, a men's group sang a simple song that really resonated with my soul. The song simply said, “Mwen ale kote li vle”, or in words you can understand, “I go where God wants”. It's true, we've made a decision to do whatever, wherever and whenever he wants. Now, please understand, I still fight that decision on a regular basis. I ask God, really? Now? Am I hearing you correct? Are you sure? Can you repeat that? As in, today? Consistently, he answers, “Yup”.  But God, who am I?  He constantly says, take your eyes off yourself and focus on me, the great I AM. Go with us. Go now. Go tomorrow. Go together. Go Local. Go International. Just Go.

There is something about Black and White images that capture my imagination. In fact, it really isn't about imagination, for me they effectively strip away the clutter and distraction, and allow me to focus on the actual person, the true emotion, and genuine spirit of the occasion.  It isn't to be overdone for sure. Too many of us throw out the color too often with too many images too quickly. It's true, I could turn every image into black and white. But, there seems to be a very limited selection of images that begs for it. So, over the last few years, I have been collecting a small set of images. You may have seen these, or most of these, but for the first time I have put them together in a collection or series. See the whole album here . Here is one of the latest. There is a whole story behind this image. It was gut wrenching for me. Some day I will share it with you.