Friday, February 22, 2013

Not Really Suffering For Christ's Sake


21 Feb 2013



It was another one of those days that didn’t turn out exactly as we had planned, but it couldn’t have been better.  We were planning on working at the church, repairing and hanging doors, but the local carpenter guy had a job to do so he couldn’t be with us.  Instead, we decided to do what we could for Louise.  I should say, Kory did what he could do.  He repaired her toilet and he repaired one of her window awnings.   He also checked all the fluids in her car, got the oil changed, repaired her windshield wipers and tried to repair her car door latch, but he needs a part, so that will wait for tomorrow.  We spent a good bit of time driving around getting parts and groceries for the days we will be here, because the least I can do is bless her with a few meals she doesn’t have to cook.  It was a full day.

Kaleb hung out for a few hours with Jacob (age 3), next door while we ran around looking for things we needed.  We ate popsicles as the heat of the day made them taste especially good, and we visited the chickens next door and chased off pigeons trying to get their food.  I took lots of photos of “chimmies” a local little bird with the cutest yellow stripe around it’s neck (above), also getting at the chicken feed.  The day was warmer than any day we have felt for a year or more and the breeze was downright Caribbean in nature.  We could have been doing anything or nothing at all today, and it would have felt heavenly, just being in the tropics in the middle of winter.

We’ve had some interesting conversations with Louise, her daughter and son-in-law.  I made a fat free vegan dinner tonight and invited them over as they live right next door.  In fact, the house Shirleen rents used to belong to her son-in-law’s parents, so family stays close around these parts – just like Norway.

Greg, the son-in-law, traces his roots back to 1729 in this country, but on a different island.  He comes from British roots and is among the 5% of whites here, the rest are black – either Bahamians or Haitians.  The native Arowak Indians died out long ago.  (Sad.) The local blacks hate the Haitians because not only are they here illegally, but they work hard, pay their bills and keep their places nice.  They take the jobs no one else wants, but they also work their way up and take better jobs.  The Bahamians are in nature, a little more “relaxed” and will only work 4 days a week, so they are always calling in sick at least one day a week.  The Haitians will work 7 days a week without complaint.

There is a lot of human trafficking issues here as the locals know the Haitians have no voice because they are here illegally.  Many locals hire them to do work and then don’t pay them.  Louise told of one guy in her church that worked hard for 2 days then was stiffed the wages.  She took him back over to the house where he’d done the work and demanded the guy pay him.  He said he didn’t have any money.  She looked around and said, “Well, you have a pretty nice car there.  It would be fairly easy for someone to come in the night and repaint it for you with spray paint.”  The guy went inside and got the money and paid him.  He then told Shirleen, “You are one mean old lady,” to which she responded, “Yes, I hear that a lot.  Don’t you mess with my people.”   She loves these Haitians like no one else.  She is justice and mercy all wrapped up in a tiny little body my grandmother would say is “no bigger than a minute.”  She’s a hoot.

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