Monday, March 5, 2012
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Today we have been in Haiti for 3 months. Some days it is if the days fly by and others it seems if they stand still. So much has been gained and so much lost. My side of the world is such a different one than the one I can from. Things seen to go at there own pace here in no hurry for anyone. Once we do come home there are so many things I will miss. It will be a readjustment for all of us. I love the chocolate kisses I get everyday. This bonding time with Daphnica has been worth it all. Tonight as we prayed bedtime prayers Daphnica said thank you for the rain, that I am here with my Papa and Manman, thank you for paperwork to be fixed so I can go to Kentucky with them. In Jesus name amen. I know God had to here that prayer.
See you all soon. I know God does all things well. Love Holly
See you all soon. I know God does all things well. Love Holly
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Haiti News
Last night there was a very bad accident in one of Port-AU-Princes busiest intersections(Delmas 33). A dump truck hauling sand lost its brakes and plowed downhill thru traffic, pedestrians, and street vendors.
We were in a little shop today here in Haiti & the news was on & it said that it was 22 confirmed dead & 56 (I believe) injured. All of them thought they had a lifetime, but were they ready to die & where are they now, heaven or hell? I have been praying & thinking about it all day, would I be proud of how I have lived if I had been one of the 22 & am I 100% certain where I would be now.
We were in a little shop today here in Haiti & the news was on & it said that it was 22 confirmed dead & 56 (I believe) injured. All of them thought they had a lifetime, but were they ready to die & where are they now, heaven or hell? I have been praying & thinking about it all day, would I be proud of how I have lived if I had been one of the 22 & am I 100% certain where I would be now.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
For the love of popcorn
Our little one has found a love for popcorn. Everytime the cabinet is opened she takes a count of how much we have left. Last night we were going to give it to them for a snack. But the city power went off. I told her we would have to wait till the next day. She says don't you have any shakea shakea kind. I told her no that Michelle had brought that. She informed me that we needed that kind for when we have no city power. This morning when I got up she let me know that we had city power I said that is good. She says can you pop the popcorn now this way we can have for snack for later. She knows that city power goes off everyday before snack time. So I popped and let them have it after breakfast. We tell her all the time in America there is so much popcorn you can swim in it. She ask if on her next birthday can she have a whole tub of it.
Monday, January 2, 2012
January 1st two Holidays
For you adopting from Haiti January first is also a holiday in Haiti it is Independence Day. So on January first you get to celebrate two Holidays.
http://silverinternational.mbhs.edu/v162/V16.2.04a.Independence.htm
http://silverinternational.mbhs.edu/v162/V16.2.04a.Independence.htm
Saturday, December 31, 2011
A Black Spot by Chris Wood- Dec 21st, 2011
A Black Spot- (We have not had electricity much, 6 hours only a day while we are asleep from 12-6AM, so this is late & my wife hasn't had time to add any blogs)
Dec. 21st, 2011 The day after the murder, I went back to see if he was still there. I found, not a lifeless & horrific murdered body with a sheet atop it, but merely a small insignificant black spot where his body had been. No one stood around the spot as before. No one noticed it, pointed to it, or talked about it. There was no sign from relatives with a photo or a cross & flowers to bereave their loved one. CONT'D
Every person including my translator, seemed confused by me even inspecting what was to them an insignificant piece of ground with an utterly unremarkable black spot, no different than thousands of other such burn spots all over this city teeming with people. In our small city, at least for awhile, people would have come to look, stood around & talked about it or took photos, but here it was just the previous resting place of another not all-together shocking murder. There was no investigation, no inquiry, no mass questioning. It was merely accepted as normal, just another of life's little annoyances that someone had taken care of, like a dead dog on the highway, so that they need not concern themselves anymore & so that they could return to their normal lives pursuing their previous goals with not so much as a thought to question the certainty, length, or meaning of their own lives.
No human even cared anymore about that one day old news, not a single soul, only me. I did not weep openly, but inside I was heartbroken. For me, that black spot was a symbol of a world without compassion, a nation without God. Not that God isn't available, but just as scripture says, "Therefore, remember that in the past you were Gentiles...at that time you were without Christ...having no hope, and without God in the world." Eph 2:11-12 (abbreviated) The names of God & Jesus are written on most buildings & public vehicles here in Haiti, but only what is written in the heart matters. On Sundays, the greatest number of church-going Haitian men who live here, go to their services & worship God, considering themselves fit for God & heaven & afterwards visit their girlfriends (or mistresses) & spend time with their illicit children with never even the slightest thought of a need for repentance.
There will be justice for that man, for his killers, & for every person, God's perfectly just but unbending justice. And without a belief in the sacrifice of Christ that comes with a life of corresponding holy fruit to crown it as genuine, our fate will be an eternal fire & our names also will be forgotten forever, with not even a black spot to mark the useless lives we have lived. Will you resolve to lose 10 pounds this year, or keep your car clean, or not bite your fingernails or will you get on your knees before a holy God & offer him your faith & life & future? Precious in the sight of God is the death of His saints"! What a difference knowing him makes! For he is coming for a bride that has neither spot nor wrinkle nor any such thing, but for a glorious church, where every member is holy & without blemish. (Eph 5:27)
Dec. 21st, 2011 The day after the murder, I went back to see if he was still there. I found, not a lifeless & horrific murdered body with a sheet atop it, but merely a small insignificant black spot where his body had been. No one stood around the spot as before. No one noticed it, pointed to it, or talked about it. There was no sign from relatives with a photo or a cross & flowers to bereave their loved one. CONT'D
Every person including my translator, seemed confused by me even inspecting what was to them an insignificant piece of ground with an utterly unremarkable black spot, no different than thousands of other such burn spots all over this city teeming with people. In our small city, at least for awhile, people would have come to look, stood around & talked about it or took photos, but here it was just the previous resting place of another not all-together shocking murder. There was no investigation, no inquiry, no mass questioning. It was merely accepted as normal, just another of life's little annoyances that someone had taken care of, like a dead dog on the highway, so that they need not concern themselves anymore & so that they could return to their normal lives pursuing their previous goals with not so much as a thought to question the certainty, length, or meaning of their own lives.
No human even cared anymore about that one day old news, not a single soul, only me. I did not weep openly, but inside I was heartbroken. For me, that black spot was a symbol of a world without compassion, a nation without God. Not that God isn't available, but just as scripture says, "Therefore, remember that in the past you were Gentiles...at that time you were without Christ...having no hope, and without God in the world." Eph 2:11-12 (abbreviated) The names of God & Jesus are written on most buildings & public vehicles here in Haiti, but only what is written in the heart matters. On Sundays, the greatest number of church-going Haitian men who live here, go to their services & worship God, considering themselves fit for God & heaven & afterwards visit their girlfriends (or mistresses) & spend time with their illicit children with never even the slightest thought of a need for repentance.
There will be justice for that man, for his killers, & for every person, God's perfectly just but unbending justice. And without a belief in the sacrifice of Christ that comes with a life of corresponding holy fruit to crown it as genuine, our fate will be an eternal fire & our names also will be forgotten forever, with not even a black spot to mark the useless lives we have lived. Will you resolve to lose 10 pounds this year, or keep your car clean, or not bite your fingernails or will you get on your knees before a holy God & offer him your faith & life & future? Precious in the sight of God is the death of His saints"! What a difference knowing him makes! For he is coming for a bride that has neither spot nor wrinkle nor any such thing, but for a glorious church, where every member is holy & without blemish. (Eph 5:27)
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
A Christmas Murder- December 19th, 2011
December 19th, 2011
My wife has not been able to blog due to no consistent electricity, internet connection, or time, but hopefully soon she will do many blog updates. For now, this one is from me-
Today, while on a long walk looking for a Christmas present for Holly, I came upon the dead body of a murdered man, lying in the street, covered with a sheet. I could not resist to look under it & be certain as we had recently perhaps helped save the life of an unconscious & bleeding boy presumed dead on the street by getting a nurse to him & her getting him to a hospital. When I removed the sheet, I was unprepared for what I saw. His open & partially melted eyes may stick with me forever, as it was clear that he had been burned up while still alive.
Surprisingly, I was not scared or even aghast at the sight, though something like CSI turns my stomach & I won't even watch those shows. Yet, as time went by today, I felt more & more haunted inside by the man, like Jacob Marley, screaming out from his hellish chains, repent & change your life for like me, you too will die & sooner than you think.
If there is nothing after death, life is meaningless. But if there is a life after that, and there is, nothing else matters but to live for that other life, as this one is just a vapor that comes for a time & then vanishes away. The day before, he was enjoying some food, thinking of a woman perhaps, deciding what he wanted to buy next perhaps as a Christmas present, dreaming of the pleasures of this life as if it would go on forever, but it didn't. What would he have done if he had known it would be his last day on earth? What would what he would have done differently have mattered unless it was before God alone? Might this be your last day, or mine?
We hide death in America so no one will be reminded of their own mortality, as that isn't a pleasant thought. The dead are enbalmed & made to look as much as possible like they did when they were alive, so we never fully see the change, the finality of death, the true ugliness & decay of it. We bury the dead in caskets so their bodies will be "preserved", so the fact never fully hits us as it did me today, that we are all going to die & these bodies are but a patheticly fragile shell.
I hear him crying out what is written on a tombstone in Scottsville, "AS YOU PASS BY, REMEMBER THAT, AS YOU ARE, SO ONCE WAS I, AND AS I AM, YOU SOON WILL BE, PREPARE YOURSELF TO FOLLOW ME." I have heard of a response written on a tombstone with the same message elsewhere, "To follow you, I'll not consent, Until I know, just where you went!" No one knows where he went but God. There was no one to remember him & no one even knew his name, but he is alive somewhere, in heaven or in hell. If it had been you, where would you be now?
Are you trusting you will go to heaven because you think you are a good person? That won't even get you into France to live, much less heaven, as God knows every sin you have ever committed, for example, every lie you have ever told. Scripture tells us that every liar will have part in the lake of fire & that no liar will enter heaven. Are you trusting you would be in heaven because you believe the same thing every devil believes, that Jesus died & rose from the dead but also like them, you live a life of continual sin, unsubmitted to God? I beg you to believe in Jesus & also to surrender your entire life to God, with nothing held back & then pray for me, that I will continue in the same path. For there are greater eyes staring into the depths of my soul than the dead man's.
Let Christmas bring a true spiritual change for us all, knowing how, not merely to keep Christmas in our hearts as Scrooge did, but to keep Christ in the center of our hearts & lives. Chris Wood
P.S. I have a video of the man (covered) on our translator's phone, if I can figure out how to get it off of it.
My wife has not been able to blog due to no consistent electricity, internet connection, or time, but hopefully soon she will do many blog updates. For now, this one is from me-
Today, while on a long walk looking for a Christmas present for Holly, I came upon the dead body of a murdered man, lying in the street, covered with a sheet. I could not resist to look under it & be certain as we had recently perhaps helped save the life of an unconscious & bleeding boy presumed dead on the street by getting a nurse to him & her getting him to a hospital. When I removed the sheet, I was unprepared for what I saw. His open & partially melted eyes may stick with me forever, as it was clear that he had been burned up while still alive.
Surprisingly, I was not scared or even aghast at the sight, though something like CSI turns my stomach & I won't even watch those shows. Yet, as time went by today, I felt more & more haunted inside by the man, like Jacob Marley, screaming out from his hellish chains, repent & change your life for like me, you too will die & sooner than you think.
If there is nothing after death, life is meaningless. But if there is a life after that, and there is, nothing else matters but to live for that other life, as this one is just a vapor that comes for a time & then vanishes away. The day before, he was enjoying some food, thinking of a woman perhaps, deciding what he wanted to buy next perhaps as a Christmas present, dreaming of the pleasures of this life as if it would go on forever, but it didn't. What would he have done if he had known it would be his last day on earth? What would what he would have done differently have mattered unless it was before God alone? Might this be your last day, or mine?
We hide death in America so no one will be reminded of their own mortality, as that isn't a pleasant thought. The dead are enbalmed & made to look as much as possible like they did when they were alive, so we never fully see the change, the finality of death, the true ugliness & decay of it. We bury the dead in caskets so their bodies will be "preserved", so the fact never fully hits us as it did me today, that we are all going to die & these bodies are but a patheticly fragile shell.
I hear him crying out what is written on a tombstone in Scottsville, "AS YOU PASS BY, REMEMBER THAT, AS YOU ARE, SO ONCE WAS I, AND AS I AM, YOU SOON WILL BE, PREPARE YOURSELF TO FOLLOW ME." I have heard of a response written on a tombstone with the same message elsewhere, "To follow you, I'll not consent, Until I know, just where you went!" No one knows where he went but God. There was no one to remember him & no one even knew his name, but he is alive somewhere, in heaven or in hell. If it had been you, where would you be now?
Are you trusting you will go to heaven because you think you are a good person? That won't even get you into France to live, much less heaven, as God knows every sin you have ever committed, for example, every lie you have ever told. Scripture tells us that every liar will have part in the lake of fire & that no liar will enter heaven. Are you trusting you would be in heaven because you believe the same thing every devil believes, that Jesus died & rose from the dead but also like them, you live a life of continual sin, unsubmitted to God? I beg you to believe in Jesus & also to surrender your entire life to God, with nothing held back & then pray for me, that I will continue in the same path. For there are greater eyes staring into the depths of my soul than the dead man's.
Let Christmas bring a true spiritual change for us all, knowing how, not merely to keep Christmas in our hearts as Scrooge did, but to keep Christ in the center of our hearts & lives. Chris Wood
P.S. I have a video of the man (covered) on our translator's phone, if I can figure out how to get it off of it.
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