31May12
So, I had a good day.
Worked on some plans for the Be Like Brit solar installation, then had a good talk with Charley
about solar plans for the Children’s Hope orphanage in Jacmel.
Plus, I got to hang out with Craig and Gayly while trying to work on a broken tractor at
Children’s Hope. Gonna try to work on it again tomorow, especially since we just got a tire from
PAP through Dave Bird.
It’s also been sweet staying with the Alabama teams at the Children’s Hope guest house.
Tommy and Joy are spoiling me, and have extended the offer for me to stay here whenever I need.
They really are great people.
Plus, Tommy is checking on some land for me. We’ll see how that goes.
Please be praying for me as I’ve still got some important decisions coming up.
I’m trying to finalize the solar panels order to get shipped out next week. Always seems to take
longer to do that than I think it should.
Plus, I’m trying to figure out where my house will be built, and I’m kinda impatient about it
cause I want to start emptying out some stuff from my truck and working on projects like repairing
inverters.
And, I found out today that a pastor that Tommy works with has a Jailing 125cc motorcycle for sale
for $700 that’s a year old. They are usually $1200+ new, and this looks like its still in pretty
new condition. Gonna pray about it tonight and probalby have Gayly take it for a drive tomorrow to
evaluate if it’s still in good condition. According to Nick, Jailing is referred to as the
“Mercedes” of Chinese motorcycles, for whatever that ends up meaning. lol.
On another note, tonight made me realize how different life is now. The short term team was
getting impatient when the pizza took about an hour longer than we expected. Plus, they figured
out how to hook up the DVD player and were watching The Office for a while.
I thought it was weird, cause the TV didn’t interest me at all. And it killed all conversation.
And people became must less social.
Conclusion. I’m not as american as I used to be.
Not that I’m a haitian by any means. In fact, I find myself in more of a position of being
“homeless”.
So, iTunes comes through for me again.
And Rich Mullins is ringing through the speakers.
“Oh, You did not have a home
There were places You visited frequently
You took off Your shoes and scratched Your feet
‘Cause you knew that the whole world belongs to the meek
But You did not have a home
No, You did not have a home And You did not take a wife
There were pretty maids all in a row
Who lined up to touch the hem of Your robe
But You had no place to take them, so You did not take a wife
No, You did not take a wife
Birds have nests, foxes have dens
But the hope of the whole world rests
On the shoulders of a homeless man
You had the shoulders of a homeless man
No, You did not have a home
Well you had no stones to throw
You came without an ax to grind
You did not tow the party line
No wonder sight came to the blind
You had no stones to throw
You had no stones to throw
And You rode and ass’ foal
They spread their coats and cut down palms
For You and Your donkey to walk upon
But the world won’t find what it thinks it wants
On the back of an ass’ foal
So I guess You had to get sold
‘Cause the world can’t stand what it can’t own
And it can’t own You ‘Cause You did not have a home
Birds have nests, foxes have dens
But the hope of the whole world rests
On the shoulders of a homeless man
You had the shoulders of a homeless man
No, You did not have a home
Birds have nests, foxes have dens
But the hope of the whole world rests
On the shoulders of a homeless man
You had the shoulders of a homeless man
And the world can’t stand what it can’t own
And it can’t own You ”
I used to apply that song to my lack of a physical house, but now Building 429 has shed more light
on the subject.
My containers will not be home either.
In their words:
“All I know is I’m not home yet
This is not where I belong
Take this world and give me Jesus
This is not where I belong”
And then my mind keeps going, and I realize that I will never know “Home” this side of eternity.
Johnstown is a home, but it is not HOME.
The house I grew up in is gone. And even if all the physical settings were the same, my heart just
does not fit in like it ever did.
I have places to stay, good friends, and all that all over the place. Johntown, Salisbury, MD,
Franklin, NC, Grand Goave, Jacmel, Les Cayes, Atlanta, Uganda?, and plenty of other places, but
HOME is not something I will find on this earth.
My heart will never be content for this world any longer.
And, like most things, this is great and terrible all at once.
I love that God has answered my prayers, and that I am beginning to see the world through His
eyes, but it does get difficult at times.
The other sweet part, though, is that the difficult times bring me to my knees, which puts me
right back where I belong.
That is my HOME until I see heaven. Wherever I am, my HOME is when Iam standing in the presence
of God.
Maybe that’s why I feel discontent sitting idly in front of a television. My mind just can’t
disengage like it used to.
Now, I’m off to spend some time with my Daddy before I go to bed.
Please pray for me, and feel free to put up prayer requests and I will be praying for you.
For those of you receiving updates on paper at Emmanuel or other places, thank you. Feel free to
send your own request back through my mom. I’m sure she’ll pass them on to me.
As you can tell, God has been working on my heart with a lot of thoughts already this trip.
Love you all. God Bless.
