August 2008

Doctor Mom

Everyone we know in Haiti calls her Mommie Liz, but I call her Doctor Mom! Last month I wrote the first part of this report called ‘The Last Kid in Line’ about what would happen if a child got to Hope Ministries too late to get any food after the pot was empty. I mentioned our little medical clinic where the people waited in line for two days, many after traveling a long way for just a few minutes with Dr. Mom. Why would anyone do that?

Try to imagine 300,000 people in Carre Four Feuilles where poverty is real and for the extreme poor there are no doctors, not one free medical clinic! Imagine your child with an ear ache, ruptured, with pus coming out and no money for even Tylenol! Imagine having ringworm and no medicine! Imagine have scabies all over your hands and feet, eating away the flesh so that walking feels like hot coals underfoot, and you have nowhere to go for help! Imagine your child with diarrhea for days and no medicine and no money! Or a congested chest coughing, coughing, coughing and nothing to give! Imagine having a stomach full of parasites so what little food you can get feels like acid! Imagine having shingles and no way for any relief! Imagine a difficult pregnancy and no medical help available to you! Imagine having an infection of any kind or a chronic disease like diabetes and no, absolutely no medicine! Imagine a toothache and no relief! Imagine any kind of medical problem and nowhere to go for help, and if there were help for you, no money to buy medicine. Not even a band aid! Imagine not one bar of soap, no toothbrush, no clean water to wash with! Nothing! That is the reality of the people we serve in Haiti!

Every time we go I try to bring back pictures that tell the story, you know a picture is ‘worth a thousand words’. I took about 400 pictures last trip and just can’t capture the feel of Haiti. Whenever I try to describe it the words are inadequate. The poverty and desperation is overwhelming and sad, yet when I am there I know I am going home to what we consider a normal life. To them that is a normal life every day all the time. There is no way you can explain it in a way that people who haven’t been there can understand or get a mental picture. You could say they have no hope, but that’s not true, they have hope in the Lord Jesus. The Christians there have great faith, they have to pray for everything, every day, and believe me the Lord knows their voices. The good news is those who know him trust Jesus for everything. It’s our privilege to tell those who don’t know Jesus about His grace and His love. One way we do this is by providing food and medical relief for them and in doing so show them the love of our Savior Jesus Christ.

Liz and I are blessed to be able to serve. The ministry is now feeding around 340 people a day, which includes the children, the staff and volunteers that help. As their desperation grows, the number we are feeding is growing every day. The medical clinic began by just providing worm pills for the children but as we saw the great needs it has grown, providing mostly over the counter type medicine. We receive donations of Vitamins, Tylenol, Anti-acid tablets which we carry into the country with us and we buy cough medicine, diarrhea medicine, scabies medicine, antibiotics, worm pills, and everything else there. Of course there is never enough medicine or enough time and we always leave knowing that there is so much more to be done. Christians and non Christians come to the clinic and we make sure no one goes away without a Gospel tract in their sack. God called us, we went, and now we need to go back. After Doctor Mom leaves where can they go, to a Voodoo witch doctor who is real and available? We saw him and his place advertising spells with our own eyes, even took a picture. Remember we are in a spiritual warfare with satan, if no one goes and tells them about Jesus, satan wins! Please continue to lift this work up in your prayers. Your prayers and support are winning the battle, you are the one who is making the difference!

Called to HIS Service, Dewaine