psalm 91

Sunday we went to the Episcopal church literally across the street. (CODEP is not officially affiliated with any church, as far as I know, but the church has given us permission to use their property... which is where the compound is built). We walk to the end of our driveway, cross the streets, and walk up a hill to the church/school (both of which were damaged immensely in the earthquake). The roof of the sanctuary caved in, so we are now sitting outside under a large tree. The shade was appreciated as was the slight breeze that rustled the leaves above our heads... particularly as the heat of the day increased. The liturgial service lasted roughly 2.5 hours, with Nicole translating the main concepts for me. We were not able to follow most of the songs, unless someone in the congregation was also following along in the book and indicated the page on which the words were written. At one point, Pe (Father) Auguste conversed with me in English to ask my name and express his and the congregation's welcome. He also stressed their gratitude in my coming to Haiti to see with my own eyes what hardships they experience instead of just watching it on the news. It was a humbling and nerve-racking few moments... to be singled out in that way. Read Psalm 91 when you get a chance. That was one of the passages they read during the service. It brings new meaning, considering their recent life-story, and might even draw a few tears (as it did for me).