I live in a part of Pas-Bwa-Dom that we call Delmas. The real Delmas is the part of Port-au-Prince where middle class folks live up on the hill. Those of us who live here in this Delmas feel like we're a step above downtown Pas-Bwa-Dom, I guess. I love it here. I'm the last house on this corner of Delmas. No real close neighbors. Peace.
The other day, I realized that I had an international call, surfed the web, purchased and ate a hamburger without ever leaving Delmas. I think back to just a year ago when you couldn't do those things. Quick changes here lately.
We were blessed with a week of evening services where a former witch doctor spoke openly about the world from the point of view of demons and spirits. He had grown up serving the 'family spirits' that so many folks in Haiti trust. As a teenager, those spirits became too weak to satisfy his desire for money, so he made a deal with a devil. It is an impressive story. Contact me if you'd like to hear more about it.
My general impression is that this life is chocked full of things happening that we can't see. The Bible says as much. As Christians, we are protected from so many things. Demons long to attack folks, but find there are some who are un-attackable...if you will. It's Christ's blood that covers them. They are helpless in its presence.
One thing I noticed: Our town hasn't 'stopped' what it was doing to attend evangelical activities since about 1997 when the first drug fiasco took place. Before then, the town would gather at revival services. During the week of former witch doctor testimonies, the town gathered again...all kinds of folks were there. And they listened. The respect they showed was remarkable. Respect for the Word and Power of God Almighty. Would that every town showed the same respect.
Looking forward to being at home in PA soon, though I sense the culture in the USA is moving in a whole other direction.
Missionary in Haiti.