Disclaimer: No one was harmed in this trip to Peredo. I had tried to get to the village for 3 days after the election rioting. The roads were blocked-most commonly with burning tires, huge rocks, trees and my favorite-thousands of pieces of broken bottles. The 2nd day I made it (with a Haitian driver) further than 1st day only to be stopped by men standing on the hillside pushing very large rocks down onto the road. In broad daylight. We passed several different groups of UN soldiers trying to clear the roads-only to see them re-blocked when we were forced to turn around.

I felt more defeated in Haiti than I ever have before.

People in Peredo had been calling my since Wednesday saying that Cholera was there and people were dying. There is no hospital in Peredo and they were begging me to come.

This is what I came to Haiti for. To help the weak, pray with the sick, and be the hands and feet of Jesus.

I had the supplies.

I had a vehicle.

I even had a driver.

But the neighbors of the sick people I was trying to help were stopping me. Why can't these people see what is happening?

Why can't they see the big picture?

Will they ever?

(Sing to the tune of "Over the River and Through the Woods")

Over the road blocks and through the riots
To Peredo we go
The people are mad
Cuz The government is bad
But to work I still must go
 
Over the tires and glass and rocks
Oh how they've wrecked the roads
People are sick, I can't come quick
As Burning tires fill my nose
 
Park the truck and Wade through the ocean
We can't walk on the road
They're throwing rocks on passersby
On to Peredo we go

Get on a moto and hang on tight
And say a little prayer
God's seen me through time after time
He's watching me now too
 

Gotta have a little fun when you're stressed...right? On Friday we (driver and I) made it there.
After leaving the truck about halfway and walking down into the ocean (no shore there) for about 1/2 mile
to avoid the tumbling rocks. Then back up and walked about another mile with the
medical supplies on our backs to find a motorcycle. Took the moto to the river in
Peredo and then crossed the river on foot and found another moto on the other side.

I can not say I wasn't scared. More like nervous-so I started making up the parody to 
"Over the River" in my head then out loud. I figured I couldn't look any crazier than
anyone else. 

Please pray for them as medical care is pretty much non-existent and Cholera is
hitting them hard. 

Also please join me in praying for clarity and rationality for the Haitian people
during the next round of elections. 
 

2 Chronicles 7:14 (NCV) (emphasis mine)

Then if my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves, if they will pray and seek me and stop their evil ways, I will hear them from heaven. I will forgive their sin,

and I will heal their land.

This blog to be continued...