Saturday in the Spring being trained for the program. One of them taught songs each day of the week-
long school. One of them taught a missionary story about a South American witchdoctor turned
Christian. It was a great story and relevant to kids here in Haiti. The third trainee took my usual job of
administrating the movements of the day…this group going here, that group going there.
My job this year was to teach four Bible stories. It was delightful for me as a teacher. I worked each day
with 3 to 6 year olds, 7 to 10 year olds, and 11 to 14 year olds. We studied the great story of the lost
coin. A lady loses just one of her prized coins and spends time and energy searching. When she finally
locates the coin, she celebrates. The story shows us the heart of God toward His children. He loves each
and every one…you…and me. We studied Noah and God’s terrible closing door. We studied Paul and his
amazing conversion from hater to lover. God is a God of change. We studied King David and his amazing
gesture of love inviting Jonathan’s son to dine every day at his table. God lifts us out of our miserable
condition to commune with Him.
The kids were great. They listened and learned. On Sunday morning, the children led much of the
worship service and did a great job sharing what they had learned. It was a blessing for all.
Summers in Haiti are a favorite time of year for me. Camp. Bible School. Soccer games. Weddings. Life in
It’s been a busy summer. I live twenty minutes from the beach…on foot. I think I made it to the beach
only once this summer.