Monday, April 30, 2012

nou kontan rewew - welcome home


President Martelly
Nou Kontan Rewew 
("We're happy to see you again," or maybe "see you back.")
a banner I saw today welcoming him home
The President is back home.  He's been in Miami for the last couple of weeks due to a blood clot following shoulder surgery.  Apparently he almost died.  I'm very glad for Haiti - and for him, of course - that he did not.  The last thing we need is more upheaval.  There's plenty already to deal with.

Good summary here:
http://www.jamaicaobserver.com/news/Haiti-leader-returns-after-2-week-medical-leave-
and another here:
Haiti leader due to return home after medical care - Haiti - MiamiHerald.com
President Martelly speaking at the airport on his return today
photo via the haitilibre.com article - link below
He gave a speech at the airport on his arrival, of course, beginning by thanking everyone for their prayers and messages of encouragement:
Je remercie tout le monde, d'ici et de l'étranger, toutes les organisations religieuses, civiles, politiques, vous tous qui avez prié pour moi, qui avez envoyé des messages d'encouragement et qui ont permit que les prières montent pour que la grâce descende et que mon état de santé s'améliore.

He also congratulated the Senate for finally ratifying his chosen prime minister and asked the house of deputies to do the same.
Avant de finir, je vais demander au Parlement de continuer d'activer le processus de ratification du Premier Ministre, j'en profite pour féliciter la première étape au niveau du Sénat, merci pour la diligence, merci pour la décision que vous avez prise de ratifier le Premier Ministre désigné [...]
The last one resigned two months ago during a passport controversy, though if I understand correctly he has kept up with the day-to-day issues.  Not having a prime minister and having a president in the hospital was a rather uneasy combination - but all ended well.  Thanks be to God.

You can read more of his speech here:
http://www.haitilibre.com/article-5531-haiti-politique-le-president-martelly-est-de-retour-au-pays-discours.html

confiance, illustrated

As we were driving up the Route de Delmas today, I had my camera out to get a few photos of taptaps since there are always quite a few. It's a very busy main road.

I saw a taptap painted with Confiance en Dieu - confidence in God - and another coming along behind it, so I got my camera ready to shoot when we got closer.  Here is what I saw once our paths crossed:

rollerblading between two taptaps on the Route de Delmas - confiance en Dieu illustrated!
Anyone who would rollerblade down the Route de Delmas in front of a loaded taptap on a busy weekday morning MUST have confidence in God indeed.  Or something.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

of Syrian nuns and serious electrical power issues

I've been meaning to write posts for the past couple of weeks. One I even have written, but no photos uploaded - and I have a lot of them to go with that entry.  The power here has been sketchy lately, especially with all the rainstorms we've been having (another entry).  It's been coming on late at night and leaving before dawn.  A few times I've gotten up and checked mail, but writing takes more than that.

We actually had power when I got home this afternoon following church and a graduation ceremony - such a luxury - and I checked mail before Evening Prayer.  "I'll iron after I do the dishes," I thought, "and then I will call Mom and Dad."   So the power went off during supper.  Hmph.  Right when it was getting dark. At this point, of course, I'm used to it.  I should acknowledge, though, that I've called these "serious power issues," but we still have much more power than we did the summer I was living in Darbonne. It's all relative.

After dishes and Compline, I headed to bed.  Then around 10PM, the power came back on - so I went straight to the phone to talk to my parents and then came downstairs to iron two scapulars before tomorrow. 

I still don't have the brain power to write or upload what I'd like to, but I've had this article on my "must post this" list for a week or two now, so it's time to share it with you.  Amazing woman.  She is smuggling medical supplies to help the wounded among the activists in Syria.  The beginning of the article is below with a photo of other Middle-Eastern nuns praying - the woman in question is on such a dangerous mission that she has to remain anonymous. She is clearly a woman of courage and faith.  I would love to be more like her.



Here is another excerpt:

Supplies quickly ran out due to the blockade. Some activists managed to enter the city to help supply ad-hoc clinics in the basements of residential buildings. Many died under sniper fire, according to reports by the Syrian Network for Human Rights.

"Sister Nanique decided to go to Baba Amr when it was under fire, which meant practical suicide," Fadi says, referring to one of the most devastated parts of Homs. "Getting to Homs was dangerous, let alone Baba Amr. It was the most violently bombarded region in Homs and was surrounded by the army."

Fadi says he tried to discourage Sister Nanique from going to Baba Amr.

"I could not get her to change her mind, although she was fully aware of the hazard of her mission. There was only one thing she could think of: the fact that more and more people will die if she did not get there and give them the right medication."

To read the whole article:
http://womensenews.org/story/war/120416/syrian-nun-plays-key-role-in-medical-underground

Monday, April 16, 2012

sewage treatment



NPR story (link below)
A friend pointed me to a recent article on NPR on the sewer system - or, more accurately, the lack thereof - in Port-au-Prince.  I live here, and I had no idea there was none at all.  I don't suppose it surprises me, though.  I see the drainage ditches and canals every day.  They handle a lot more than runoff from the rain, as I mentioned in my last post.  Think of those whose daily job it is to clean them or to empty the septic tanks. 

You do need to know, however, that it isn't quite as obvious as the article would have it seem - and there are certainly plenty of homes which have septic systems in use apparently much like the ones at home.  Remember, the US has plenty of locations which rely on septic systems rather than piped sewage treatment.  Just not places the size of Port-au-Prince.

So, yes, it is bad. No, it is not as though you walked about surrounded by raw sewage wherever you went.

I wonder if much of it is also the built-up hillside around the edge of the city, homemade neighborhoods, unplanned, unwired, unwatered, so to speak.  I have been fortunate enough to live with nice facilities and to use them elsewhere; I am too much an American to do without decent ones.  I remember using a few rural outhouses as a child, and I can live without hot water, but I don't think I'd manage if all of Port-au-Prince was like the situation described in the article. I trust that God would give me the grace to do so if I were called to, actually, but so far, no.

Fortunately, the article describes not only the sewage situation in the city, but also what some people are doing to make a difference.  I was especially impressed with the description of the toilet facilities in a new school. (When did I start being impressed by toilet facilities? But I am, truly.)

[T]here are signs of hope. Only a hundred yards or so from the outhouse is a tidy-looking school for 170 students — with a brand-new, honest-to-god toilet.

The school's principal, Wilfred Elma, proudly shows it off. There are separate chambers, all spotlessly clean and odor-free. "This is for the boys, this is for the teacher, and this is for the girls," Elma says. "This is the first time they are using a toilet that smells so good."

"I think it's amazing!" Rouzier says. "These children have never had the experience of using a toilet! I don't think many ... in North America understand what that represents — that it's the first time they're using a proper toilet!"

And not only that, but this toilet is a biodigester. It recycles waste and turns it into methane gas. The principal says they'll use the gas for cooking.

It's a small step toward solving an overwhelming problem.

I must say, I'm also impressed with the plans to use the methane gas. Maybe we need to start using some of these (or more of them, if we already are) in the US.  If you really can make use of it, why not take advantage of it?  Goodness knows we need more renewable energy sources in the US, but even more so here where there isn't enough to go around.  Not only am I impressed with toilets, I'm also really pleased when there is power. 

Now, revenons a nos moutons, as they say. Back to the Port-au-Prince sewage article.

The best news in all of this is that they are building a treatment plant.  There may be no pipes to bring it in, but it can be hauled by truck.  Once treated, it will be put to good use.

description of the new sewage treatment plant outside Port-au-Prince
see link to full NPR article below
Amazingly, this plant and another one 12 miles away that's about to open will handle the city's entire output. The sludge will be used for agricultural compost, and the detoxified effluent will irrigate a grove of trees to be planted around the treatment ponds. "Come back in two years, and this will look like a park," Etienne says.

Soon there will be treatment plants like this one in seven other Haitian cities. "We already have the funds," he says. The money comes from a post-earthquake donation by the Spanish government.

Things are definitely changing around here.  Awareness of health and sanitation issues has grown by leaps and bounds in the last couple of years.  It's heartbreaking that it was jump-started by a cholera epidemic, but at least there is the hope of something new and different coming into being.  I hope someday everyone will be able to afford a real bathroom. 

Go into yours, look around, and give thanks for it.  And if that feels strange to you, know that this is just another sign of how much we have and take for granted.

You can  read the full article or listen to the radio program here:

http://www.npr.org/blogs/health/2012/04/13/150501695/port-au-prince-a-city-of-millions-with-no-sewer-system

Sunday, April 15, 2012

following the rains

We went out of town Saturday for a funeral. Driving up the coast north of Port-au-Prince towards Arcahaie, we could see the effects of all the recent rainfall. It’s been pretty heavy recently and has started falling during the day rather than only at night. Flooding has been a real problem.

sandbags in front of the American Embassy in Haiti
As we were leaving town, we passed the American Embassy. I had heard that they had had some flooding problems. Honestly, that had surprised me; I expected them to have built it with better drainage. It’s a relatively new building, if I remember correctly. Sure enough, when we passed it, there were sandbags out front which they must have been using (Fort Wayne friends: flashbacks from sandbagging during the flood of 1982!).

a flooded stretch of the highway north of Port-au-Prince
note stalled taptap being pushed out of the way in the background, right

trying to avoid the deeper parts of the flooded highway
Traffic, too, was much slower and heavier because of the flooding, which slowed us all down. We came upon a few flooded stretches of highway – not a problem for us, as we have four-wheel drive, fortunately – but we did see one stalled-out taptap being pushed out of the way.

flooding affects traffic on foot, too - even cows

flooded tent north of Port-au-Prince
 On the way back, just north of this area, I saw an area with flooded tents. Living in a tent during a heavy rain is difficult at best; imagine being completely flooded out. I do hope they had built some shelves or something inside so they didn’t lose all their belongings.

the rain hasn't done much for the roads themselves

all green after the rain
meadows and mountains near Port-au-Prince
Further north, however, we saw the bright side of the rains. It turned out to be a lovely day for driving, and the greens were so bright. Last time I passed through this area, it was pretty brown; there was so little rainfall this winter. It was good to see the fields alive, both for the sake of the farmers and for the sake of the land itself and its beauty.

the hills are alive...
I pray that the rains bring much good to the land and to the farmers that count on it.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

water in the time of cholera

NPR has just put up an article, including audio and video, about the difficulties in getting clean water (or any water, for that matter) here in Haiti.  I've written on this before (see below post), but it can't be discussed often enough.

Here is the link:

http://www.npr.org/blogs/health/2012/04/12/150302830/water-in-the-time-of-cholera-haitis-most-urgent-health-problem?sc=fb&cc=fph-problem?sc=fb&cc=fp

Here are some excerpts.  The first is the beginning, part of the description of the situation:

In the teeming city of Port-au-Prince, Haiti, millions of people have no reliable water supply.

Many of the underground pipes that did exist were ruptured by the 2010 earthquake. Many public water kiosks are dry.

So life for most people is a constant struggle for water. And now that cholera has invaded Haiti, safe drinking water has become Haiti's most urgent public health problem. Contaminated water is the main cause of cholera, which has sickened 530,000 Haitians since late 2010 and killed more than 7,000.

In Port-au-Prince, street vendors sell water in plastic baggies for a few pennies. Much of the city's water supply is trucked in by commercial vendors or a dwindling number of nongovernmental organizations that took on the task after the quake.

On one busy street corner, just outside one of the city's biggest slums, people with plastic buckets jostle to get to a length of garden hose that snakes out of a hole in the pavement — a source of free water.


The end of this part I find really exciting. I hope it works!

A hundred miles southwest there's an even bigger failure, in a seaside area called Petite Riviere des Nippes on Haiti's long, westward-pointing peninsula.

Nine years ago, the Haitian government built an elaborate water system there. It was designed to pump water from a pristine, protected stream to a hilltop reservoir and distribute it through pipes to the area. It was a big project, costing several hundred thousand dollars. A red government sign called it "a public treasure."

But it hasn't functioned in more than two years. The pump failed. A truck reportedly drove over a pipe and crushed it. Local authorities couldn't scrape up the money to get it repaired. And it's unclear when the national government plans to fix it.

"It's a tragedy," says Kenny Rae of OxfamAmerica, "particularly in the middle of a cholera outbreak, when people have to now use water they take from the river. We've tested it. It's very, very contaminated."

So Oxfam is trying a simple, low-tech solution to provide clean water. The NGO is installing what they call "chlorine boxes" — green metal poles with dispensers on top. With a quick tap, it squirts just the right amount of chlorine to disinfect a 5-gallon bucket of water.

Soon there will be 90 chlorine boxes scattered around the surrounding villages, which get their water from sometimes-contaminated streams. "The cost of chlorine is very low," Rae says. "A $100 tub will cover all dispensers for six months."

More posts on this topic:
http://www.srsarah.blogspot.com/2012/02/toujou-bwe-dlo-trete.html
http://www.srsarah.blogspot.com/2012/01/buying-water.html
http://www.srsarah.blogspot.com/2009/07/chasing-down-truck.html

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

la bouillie farine France - hot cinnamon pudding

Now that everyone can eat dessert again, I'd like to share a recipe from Haiti.   It looks like pudding, it has the consistency of pudding, but it's served hot.  And it doesn't come in a box. 

Thanks go to SMT for making it for us and for showing me how it is done.

Bouillie Farine France
Ingredients – all quantities very approximate; adjust as needed.

Flour – a couple of handfuls, maybe ¾ cup
Water – at least 2 cups
Cinnamon bark – small handful
Star anise – optional (may be added with the cinnamon bark)
Sugar – a good scoop – between 2/3 and 1 cup
Salt – pinch
Condensed milk – 1-2 small cans (170g/160ml each)
Butter – 1 spoonful – optional

Process

Put flour in a pan and heat for a few minutes, stirring constantly. (Just dry flour. No butter or oil.)
When it begins to brown, pour it into a container and set aside to cool.

Put water into a pan with cinnamon bark and boil for a while till the water is getting brown, infused with cinnamon. Add more if a lot has boiled away.

Add sugar and salt; stir till dissolved.

Add a little water to the flour you set aside earlier, and stir until it’s no longer lumpy.
Add mixture to the cinnamon sugar water in the pan; stir in.

Turn flame/burner temperature down and simmer, stirring.

Pour one can of milk into the container where the flour mixture was and swish it around to get more of the mixture out; add it to the pan.

Simmer and stir, scraping sides and bottom. Add another can of milk unless it seems thin. (NB: At this point it is around the consistency of a good white sauce with cheese for mac and cheese; I would use the same sense of adding or not adding milk according to the thickness of the simmering concoction. It was good with two cans, though.)

Taste test. Add more sugar if need be.
At this point you may add a little butter if you like.

When it looks like the right consistency for pudding, pour into a bowl and serve very warm. If you finish it just before supper, it should be around the right temperature by the time you finish eating. No need to strain out the cinnamon bark – just pick it out as you eat. It won’t hurt you if you chew on it by accident. (-:

Yum!
serving up the Bouillie Farine France

Ideas for variations I’d like to try:

Add vanilla
Add chocolate chips (melt in at the end)
Replace cinnamon with lemon or orange zest or rind
Add chopped dried fruit with the cinnamon bark
Stir in raspberries, fresh or frozen (thawed!), probably at the end of the process
Try it cold.

I’m going to have fun playing with this when I visit my family this summer.

To the best niece in the world: I’m planning to try this with you when I visit. Consider yourself warned. (-:

Sunday, April 8, 2012

the end is life

‎"The proclamation of Easter Day is that all is well. And as a Christian, I say this not with the easy optimism of one who has never known a time when all was not well but as one who has faced the Cross in all its obscenity as well as in all its glory, who has known one way or another what it is like to live separated from God. In the end, his will, not ours, is done. Love is the victor. Death is not the end. The end is life. His life and our lives, through him, in him. Existence has greater depths of beauty, mystery, and benediction than the wildest visionary ever dared to dream. Christ our Lord is risen."

-- F. Buechner, The Magnificent Defeat

(Thanks to JH)

weather or not

I got a question tonight from my sister in the US: What's the weather like there?   I had to say I had no idea what the temperature is outside.  My room has been a pretty steady 78-83 degrees so far, morning or night, but the temperatures outside have ranged much more widely.  So I decided to check.  Here, for the curious, is the ten-day forecast for Port-au-Prince (screen capture). 

weather forecast
Easter Week 2012
Port-au-Prince

Then I got curious and looked up the forecast for Duxbury, MA, one of the towns I might call home.  This is what I found:
 from 60 to -6 degrees?
I blinked a few times and said to myself, "Now that is what I would call a serious cold front."

And then I moved from curious to suspicious and looked up tomorrow's forecast.

That's what I'd call a speedy warm front.
Just enjoying imagining an hour like the one from 2-3pm above. 

alleluia!

Friday, April 6, 2012

Garden of Gethsemane

Garden of Gethsemane
January 2012
photo by Liz Delaney
Stay with me.
Remain here with me.
Watch and pray,
Watch and pray.


Maundy Thursday is past, but the waiting, watching, and praying continues.

a tree with strange fruit


crucifixion mural
behind the altar
Holy Trinity Cathedral, Port-au-Prince
summer 2009
I've been praying with a hymn today, one written by a friend of our community, Carl Daw. "Were Tadpoles to Fly or Fireflies to Sing" is particularly appropriate for Good Friday.  Using the image of a tree with strange, withered, dying fruit whose bitter pressing turns to a sweet vintage, it tells the marvel and wonder of a love stronger than death. 

I count on that love.  I count on its being stronger than death, than despair, than violence, than heart and life-breaking poverty. It is a love that doesn't settle for helping us to avoid death or for making it less painful, but rather is a love that takes that death and turns it inside-out, turns it into life, overflowing life that can and must be shared. 

Today is Good Friday, and we stand at the foot of the cross with Mary and other women and with John. Unlike them in that moment, we know the end of the story - which is yet another beginning.  But for now, we wait and grieve with them and with all those who are in similar death-dealing places in their lives. 

* * *
This hymn is copyrighted, so I can't print the lyrics here, but I can give you a link to them on the site where you may also contact the publisher for the music and appropriate permissions.  It's worth your visiting this page so that you, too, might pray through these images. 

 http://www.hopepublishing.com/html/main.isx?sitesec=40.2.1.0&hymnID=2819#

Thursday, April 5, 2012

washing feet

I was looking for images of foot washing just now and found this one, very much unlike the others.  I had just been noticing that all the artwork has Jesus fully - very fully - clothed, which is tasteful, but unbiblical.  And then this one showed up.

Jesus washing feet
Here is a link the site on which I found it and the sermon it illustrates. It's worth your reading.

Christ Episcopal Church, Albertville: Risk of Intimacy: Maundy Thursday: Holy Week is a journey. We walk with Jesus this week, from his triumphal entry into Jerusalem, to his Last Supper on Thursday, to his cross on Good Friday, to the empty tomb in the darkness of Saturday night, and finally to the glorious light of Sunday morning. To walk with Jesus on the way to Sunday, and beyond, is to share in the risks he took for us...

Read the story for yourself a few times. Close your eyes and imagine yourself there - the details - the sensations - the conversation - the reactions - the feelings that emerge.  And then Jesus looks at you...

Walk with Jesus tonight.  It's a long night.  Washing feet is a good way to begin before we go to Gethsemane. 

John 13:1-15
Now before the festival of the Passover, Jesus knew that his hour had come to depart from this world and go to the Father. Having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end. The devil had already put it into the heart of Judas son of Simon Iscariot to betray him. And during supper Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into his hands, and that he had come from God and was going to God, got up from the table, took off his outer robe, and tied a towel around himself.  Then he poured water into a basin and began to wash the disciples' feet and to wipe them with the towel that was tied around him.  He came to Simon Peter, who said to him, "Lord, are you going to wash my feet?"  Jesus answered, "You do not know now what I am doing, but later you will understand."  Peter said to him, "You will never wash my feet." Jesus answered, "Unless I wash you, you have no share with me." Simon Peter said to him, "Lord, not my feet only but also my hands and my head!"  Jesus said to him, "One who has bathed does not need to wash, except for the feet, but is entirely clean. And you are clean, though not all of you."  For he knew who was to betray him; for this reason he said, "Not all of you are clean."  After he had washed their feet, had put on his robe, and had returned to the table, he said to them, "Do you know what I have done to you?  You call me Teacher and Lord—and you are right, for that is what I am.  So if I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another's feet.  For I have set you an example, that you also should do as I have done to you.

Se te jou anvan fèt Delivrans jwif yo. Jezi te konnen lè a te rive pou l' te kite tè sa a, pou li al jwenn Papa a. Li pa t' manke renmen moun pa l' yo ki te nan lemonn. Li te renmen yo nèt ale.  Jezi t'ap manje ak disip li yo jou swa sa a. Satan te gen tan pran tèt Jida, pitit gason Simon Iskariòt la, pou l' te trayi Jezi. Jezi te konnen pou tèt pa l' li te soti nan Bondye, epi li t'ap tounen jwenn Bondye ankò. Li te konnen Papa a te ba li pouvwa sou tout bagay. Li leve sot devan tab la, li wete gwo rad li a, li pran yon sèvyèt, li mare l' nan ren li.   Apre sa, li vide dlo nan yon kivèt. Epi li kòmanse lave pye disip li yo. Li t'ap siye yo ak sèvyèt li te mare nan ren l' lan. Se konsa, li rive sou Simon Pyè ki di l' konsa: Mèt, ou menm ki pral lave pye mwen?  Jezi reponn li: Koulye a ou pa konprann sa m'ap fè a. Men, wa konprann pita.  Pye di li: Non, mwen p'ap janm kite ou lave pye mwen. Jezi reponn li: Si m' pa lave pye ou, ou p'ap disip mwen ankò.  Simon Pyè di li: Si se konsa, Mèt, se pa pye m' ase pou ou lave. Lave men m' yo tou ansanm ak tèt mwen.  Jezi di li: Lè yon moun fin benyen, tout kò l' pwòp. Se pye l' ase ki bezwen lave. Nou menm, nou tou pwòp, men se pa nou tout ki pwòp.  (Jezi te konnen ki moun ki tapral trayi li. Se poutèt sa li te di: Se pa nou tout ki pwòp.)  Lè l' fin lave pye yo tout, Jezi mete gwo rad la sou li ankò, li tounen nan plas li bò tab la, epi li di yo: Eske nou konprann sa m' sot fè la a?  Nou rele m' Mèt, nou rele m' Seyè. Nou gen rezon, se sa m' ye vre.  Si mwen menm ki Seyè, mwen menm ki Mèt, mwen lave pye nou, konsa tou, nou menm, se pou nou yonn lave pye lòt. Mwen ban nou yon egzanp pou nou ka fè menm bagay mwen te fè pou nou an.

Avant la fête de Pâque, Jésus, sachant que son heure était venue de passer de ce monde au Père, et ayant aimé les siens qui étaient dans le monde, mit le comble à son amour pour eux.  Pendant le souper, lorsque le diable avait déjà inspiré au coeur de Judas Iscariot, fils de Simon, le dessein de le livrer, Jésus, qui savait que le Père avait remis toutes choses entre ses mains, qu'il était venu de Dieu, et qu'il s'en allait à Dieu, se leva de table, ôta ses vêtements, et prit un linge, dont il se ceignit.  Ensuite il versa de l'eau dans un bassin, et il se mit à laver les pieds des disciples, et à les essuyer avec le linge dont il était ceint.  Il vint donc à Simon Pierre; et Pierre lui dit: Toi, Seigneur, tu me laves les pieds!  Jésus lui répondit: Ce que je fais, tu ne le comprends pas maintenant, mais tu le comprendras bientôt.  Pierre lui dit: Non, jamais tu ne me laveras les pieds. Jésus lui répondit: Si je ne te lave, tu n'auras point de part avec moi.  Simon Pierre lui dit: Seigneur, non seulement les pieds, mais encore les mains et la tête.  Jésus lui dit: Celui qui est lavé n'a besoin que de se laver les pieds pour être entièrement pur; et vous êtes purs, mais non pas tous.  Car il connaissait celui qui le livrait; c'est pourquoi il dit: Vous n'êtes pas tous purs.  Après qu'il leur eut lavé les pieds, et qu'il eut pris ses vêtements, il se remit à table, et leur dit: Comprenez-vous ce que je vous ai fait?  Vous m'appelez Maître et Seigneur; et vous dites bien, car je le suis.  Si donc je vous ai lavé les pieds, moi, le Seigneur et le Maître, vous devez aussi vous laver les pieds les uns aux autres;  car je vous ai donné un exemple, afin que vous fassiez comme je vous ai fait.

Antes de la fiesta de la Pascua, sabiendo Jesús que su hora había llegado para pasar de este mundo al Padre, habiendo amado a los suyos que estaban en el mundo, los amó hasta el fin.  Y durante la cena, como ya el diablo había puesto en el corazón de Judas Iscariote, hijo de Simón, el que lo entregara, Jesús, sabiendo que el Padre había puesto todas las cosas en sus manos, y que de Dios había salido y a Dios volvía, se levantó de la cena y se quitó su manto, y tomando una toalla, se la ciñó.  Luego echó agua en una vasija, y comenzó a lavar los pies de los discípulos y a secárselos con la toalla que tenía ceñida.  Entonces llegó a Simón Pedro. Este le dijo: Señor, ¿tú lavarme a mí los pies?  Jesús respondió, y le dijo: Ahora tú no comprendes lo que yo hago, pero lo entenderás después.  Pedro le contestó: ¡Jamás me lavarás los pies! Jesús le respondió: Si no te lavo, no tienes parte conmigo.  Simón Pedro le dijo: Señor, entonces no sólo los pies, sino también las manos y la cabeza.  Jesús le dijo: El que se ha bañado no necesita lavarse, excepto los pies, pues está todo limpio; y vosotros estáis limpios, pero no todos.  Porque sabía quién le iba a entregar; por eso dijo: No todos estáis limpios.  Entonces, cuando acabó de lavarles los pies, tomó su manto, y sentándose a la mesa otra vez, les dijo: ¿Sabéis lo que os he hecho?  Vosotros me llamáis Maestro y Señor; y tenéis razón, porque lo soy.  Pues si yo, el Señor y el Maestro, os lavé los pies, vosotros también debéis lavaros los pies unos a otros.  Porque os he dado ejemplo, para que como yo os he hecho, vosotros también hagáis.
Go and do likewise.

music for Maundy Thursday



The Holy Trinity Cathedral parish choir sang this prayer at the Maundy Thursday Eucharist this afternoon.  It moved me into a different place, a quieter place.  I thought I would share it. May it be a blessing for you as well. 

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

views on the road to Cange

I would love to know what makes these hills/mountains so tall and round.   I've never seen hills like the ones in Haiti.


mountainside woven wood house
 
We passed through Mirebalais.
This is where the new Zanmi Lasante hospital is being built.
Sounds as though it will be wonderful.

the lake created by the Peligre Dam
so beautiful

 
misty mountain morning

...and here we are in Cange!
More on that later - it deserves its own post.


turquoise houses on the road back home
The gingerbread trim on this kind of house has a Victorian air.

Love this combination!
The loaded horse is standing in front of a painted corrugated metal roof advertising Digicel, the largest cell phone company in Haiti. I am sure that man has a cell phone on him, too.

back to the river-lake by the dam -
some of the mist has cleared now

Artibonite River
back through Mirebalais - through the downtown this time

blue house
This reminds me of a book I had a as a child in which a little, old, beloved house has big, modern buildings built around it.  In order not to tear it down, they finally move it out to the country, and it lives happily ever after.  Anyone know what book this was? I loved it, but I have no idea what the title was.

donkey at work

 
 how to get free air conditioning and 
 a good view of the winding mountain  road

down the mountain back toward Port-au-Prince