Well, it looks like the riots have died down enough for us to fly out tomorrow. Today all of the partner ministries couldn’t come because they were afraid that driving trucks ladened with food through the riot areas would be too risky. However, one pastor showed up who had never received food before. On average Love a Child distributes
This morning we had to make some different plans because the riots had spread. So we went to the poorest school nearby, Ganthier. Over 350 kids attend here. It looks like a blown out WWII building. This school was about to be shuttered until Love a Child took it over. I continue to be amazed at how respectful these
Love a Child is seen as a haven for needy Haitians. Last night a young boy came in with his pastor and mother for help. A few years ago he had fallen out of a tree, crushed his ribcage, and snapped his leg. Sherry (she and her husband Bobbie run the ministry) met him and later described to
You’ve probably heard about food riots in several cities in Haiti. We are staying far from those areas. One amazing story I just heard was that when one family got their box of Feed my Starving Children the mom said as she held the box, “This is more food than I’ve ever seen in my whole life.” I
This afternoon we got a tour of the orphanage. It’s like an oasis in a desert. Everything is so clean and modern for these 60 plus children and 40 staff. They have a French custom that when you greet someone, you kiss them on the cheek. I think I’ve already gotten about 100 kisses! I learned at lunch
We arrived safely at the airport in Port-au-Prince, Haiti. A steel drum and guitar band awaited our arrival, hoping for tips. Sherry Burnette, who along with her husband Bobbie run Love a Child ministries, met us at the airport. Check out their site at www.loveachild.com. After we checked through customs, a group of Haitians met us and in their
We arrived at the airport and after passing through security, we entered an empty terminal. I noticed that the only two people there were an older couple draped in small red blankets. Obviously they had slept in the terminal that night. (They probably got more sleep than I did in the hotel!) A thought popped into my mind.