Friday - Last Day

We went to Blanchard in the morning. Jilean the plumber and Doug got the pipes straightened out so that the tanks filled and stopped leaking. I managed to get Pastor Luke to translate for me as I explained to the kitchen staff how the sprayer worked to purify water bottles, and then went over it again with Jackie.

We were all there, and Roy and Jackie led us in a dedication service for the new electric pump and running water. It was good that she was there for that, because Jackie is very spiritual, and it was good that Dieux Just and his son were also there. The water test from the tanks was negative, so it seems both wells are fine. Pastors Roy and Leon drove off together to visit a fourth compound that HOM has just started; they had some healing moments.

It was our last day; That night we would have one more dinner and one more meeting, and would then take the long flight back through Miami Saturday. That is all a blur to me now and not really worth writing about yet. To all intents and purposes, the journey was over that Friday afternoon even while we were still there. We felt like people waking from a dream slowly returning to consciousness of our normal life and we looked at each other and talked merrily and hugged a number of times that final Friday night in Port Au Prince and then Saturday until we finally parted at DC National Airport.

But the next week in a wonderful moment Pam and I learned that the doctors who came through with one of Leon’s four mission groups the week after us said the clinic at Blanchard was the best small clinic they’d seen in Haiti – partly because it had power and water (!)

And - here is a picture of me drinking the water from the faucet, the water the team and I had tested and set to flowing.


Its all theirs now, thanks be to God.