Sabbath as rest. There have been times in my life where it is easy to forget to rest. This has been one of the first times where I have been putting out such a high output in such long spurts (~11 hours at least) with so much repetition ( typically 25/28 days are work). I have been back in the States for 4 days now. Resting. And now I am finally beginning to feel rejuvenated. Nothing profound. The responsibility is not just to yourself but to everyone you work with so that you can function as a team.
It is refreshing to meet anyone who in so many ways reflects backs your passions and frustrations. When I was leaving Haiti this time, I was blessed to have a nearly 7 hour conversation with such a person. It was a conversation that reminded me about how in all of the despair there are people who have hope. There is much work to do in bringing forth the kingdom of heaven, but we are not alone. There are other laborers who struggle shoulder to shoulder with us for Christ. And shockingly a cup of coffee was nowhere in sight.
Creativity is cultivated not genetic. A piece of rebar is a military press. A weird cistern can be a pool. When you run out of space on the floor, look up and imagine how you can pack even more stuff in the warehouse. There are at least a dozen different ways to get string through a 300 foot run of 4 inch conduit that's buried underground and filled with water and dirt. One of them involves two shopvacs and may surprise the unsuspecting with a shower.
You can unload a 40 foot container with a forklift, palletjack and 2 men in half the time it would take 10 men to achieve it by themselves.
While it's all well and good to practice the art of photography, unless you have a friend who also practices said art you're going to be woefully lacking in the profile picture department.
Life should be lived in such a way as every year brings new things that were not dreamed the year before. One year ago today I left Haiti to come back to Ohio State and go to RA training. And I was all ready to buckle down do work and get myself a diploma ASAP. And then I, in no time at all, listened to wise friends and emailed people who barely knew me to ask if I could learn from them. And then I'm in Mirebalais building a hospital. A proper hospital. Well I guess that degree can wait a few months. And I don't regret it for a second.
A metaphor: if each person is riding a log down a river but doesn't have a paddle they'll all go the same speed. And you'll look left and right and always see the same people. However the river is shallow and if you jump off the log you can drag it to shore and explore. And some people will float on down the river because they've gotta get to the ocean. Others will follow you and you can sit around a campfire and cook s'mores. When you put into the river again there will be even more people to meet. And you will have tales to tell.
Mirebalais Update: All roofs have been poured on Phase One buildings and the pouring of floors in these buildings is progressing rapidly. Tile has been going in rapidly and the quality is amazing. Primer coats are going up all over the building. The transformer arrived on site and has been landed. Now just to wait for extremely high voltage for permanent site power. Slowly but surely the site is having less and less mud every time it rains. We've dodged a couple of bullets with the hurricanes. Oh and driving forklift = awesome.
Pray: Health for all of the workers and their families as cholera is still a threat, and more than ever we're going to need good communication as our team gets larger and more volunteers are arriving on site.
Most importantly:
GO BUCKS!