Thanks! Praise God! and Thanks again...

WILCKLY FINALLY GOT HIS PASSPORT RENEWED AND HE DROVE TO PORT-AU-PRINCE AND CAME HOME AT 11PM LAST NIGHT PASSPORT IN HAND AND GOOD UNTIL 2015!!!! He has been trying to get it since June 23rd. It has been very crazy and very frustrating to say the least but now it's over and he holds freedom in his hand. He said it was almost worse than being in the real prison just knowing that he couldn't leave the country and go see his wife and kids while we were in the States. He hasn't seen them now since January when I took them out after the earthquake. We are making plans to go see them now. We will let you know when things are finallized! Thank you so much for praying these three and a half months for him to get his passport!


EXHAUSTED WOULD BE THE WORD FOR THE PAST WEEK AND A HALF!!! The morning prayer meeting which is called, "Tas Kafe Cho" or a hot cup of coffee, just celebrated its three year anniversary. Let me explain that. It means 3 years straight, rain or shine, in sickness and in health, in the face of calamity or great joy, up every day to start the service at 4a.m. This is the faithful dedicated woman Bioude Dorce is. She is also known as Mdme Francois. She is the one who would wake up, rally everyone in the house, grab her megaphone, Bible and song book and head out to start the service. This lady doesn't play around with anything and especially the work that the Lord has laid on her heart. We can't thank her and praise her enough for her dedication.


She has four daughters. The youngest one, Yoka, passed away with malaria on June 3rd of this year. She was only 20. She was raised in our home since she was 3 and is just another one of our kids. This, as you can imagine, was devastating to her and to us. Life has not made much sense since then. She has clung to this morning prayer service and it has been a source of strength and encouragement to her when nothing else really mattered. This is why this past week it has been such a blessing to see a smile on her face once again and to hear her laughter.











I saw joy on her face and in her heart as she carefully planned all the details. We had a revival that began on Sunday evening and went through the next Sunday evening. We invited all the churches of the area. No, you are not mistaken. It was eight days of revival! It rained all most every night. The first two nights we had around 90 in attendance. The next two nights we had 160. The next two nights we had 254 each night and the last two nights 165. Each church was assigned a different night to lead the singing. There were seven churches that participated.







Tuesday was the actual anniversary, complete with a special program of different singing groups from each church and lots of praise and adoration together. All of this culminated in a special meal, prepared especially to share with all of the people. We fed over 450 people, children and adults. Each plate was filled with beans and rice, a piece of fried chicken, fried plantane, pickles (like cole slaw, only it is piping hot with hot peppers they put in it), macaroni salad and beet salad and a coke. The cooks really got a work out and nobody likes the job of separating it. It was a good day though and everyone was fed and happy. If you have ever been to Haiti then you know what a big deal that is, to feed everyone without a fight or a downright brawl over the food where food is wasted and hoarded and many people don't get fed. Praise God for the smoothness of this endeavor and a huge thanks to those ladies in the "kitchen". They cooked all this food over a charcoal fire and the rice was cooked in huge pots sat on three rocks over a wood fire. It is quite an amazing feat in my opinion every time I see it. Maybe some day you will join us and witness one of these celebrations.