Author name: Gospel to Haiti

    It is 1:30. Kindra is sleeping. But not much longer. This is her last dream before a knock clangs on the compound gate. Our cute little neighbor lady is in labor. We met each other in the beautiful light of such an hour. An hour when the world is asleep and adventure awaits […]

-That’s the number of maggots that Whit pulled out of an ulcer on a little old man this afternoon. We all started noticing a  rather offensive odor creeping into the clinic this afternoon.  Lo and behold, “Whit’s little man” had shown back up, smelling quite strongly of rotting flesh.  He had been coming to the

It’s amazing how quickly Monday rolls around again.  I’m just glad that I have a job that I can actually look forward to going back to, rather than dread it. We were introducing a new prenatal form today, and Kate suggested that we use the occasion to get a group photo of all the nurses

    “Good-morning, Weelie! What’s up?”      I had to keep touching him to be sure that he was real. This little bouncy boy was a preemie baby, at death’s door just ten months ago…and now he is happy and fat. Today he came in with a Candidiasis infection and we treated him for

  …of the very old and the very young always seems most unfair. Like this little guy who had one of the saddest faces I’ve ever seen. His eyes, his skin, and his tiny limbs all spoke of terrible disease…or was it terrible neglect? Or both? His eyes were so strangely stretched open he couldn’t close them all the way.

Jean Franz' foot, today. For you folks that have expressed interest in helping with his skin grafting, we did have contact with a potential hospital today. They are looking into possibilities and we should know soon what the options are! So keep praying about that.

This man fell down while working in the garden. A stalk of pitimi, or millet, entered under his eye and pushed at an angle right up into his eyeball itself, we believe! Ouch!!! We couldn't do much other than clean and bandage the surface cuts, and give him a ride to town for a doctor

     What a good day. As the sun disappears behind the hills, I know that it was good. For a lot of reasons. But wait until you see this picture.     “In the Name of Jesus,” Jean Franz chanted as he waved his leg and did his physical therapy exercises. It was so

 …have brought so many smiles to our faces the last few days! Some tiny and sick, others fat and healthy, others screaming for a Mama that died. Here are a few of the priceless expressions that passed through our doors.  This tiny girlie came in our gate with her very out-of-breath Mama. Mama was by

I enjoy Tuesdays.  Monday morning always feels so rushed, as there is usually quite a few patients that are waiting to be seen, and rendezvouses to be taken care of, and everyone is still trying to wake up after the weekend.  Tuesdays are generally slower.  Time can be taken to talk to the blood pressure