I arrived back from Haiti last evening. My journey home was rather grueling. I was supposed to leave Port-au-Prince at 9:05 Thursday morning. I arrived at the airport just before 7:00 AM. I stood in line for the check-in counter until around 9:00. They told me the flight was delayed and would leave at noon.
Finally, at 3:00 PM we lifted off the ground in Haiti and headed for Miami. They had rebooked me on a flight from Miami to Minneapolis. It was supposed to leave Miami at 8:15 PM. We actually left Miami at close to 11:00 PM. We arrived in Minneapolis at just after 1:00 AM Friday morning. By the time I got my luggage and got to my hotel room, it was almost 2:00 AM.
Friday I drove back to Sioux Lookout and arrived home at 9:00 PM. It is wonderful to be home again.
Here are some stories from my trip. I found some comments interesting. Flattery is always very present in any culture, even though it takes different forms.
I was talking with some of the young men one evening after church. They ask how old I am. I told them I am 55. They acted shocked and assured me that I look much younger than 55. They told me I could tell people that I am 40 and they would believe me. I told them it is often hard to tell the age of a person from another race. They assured me that while that is true, most white people look older than they really are. They cited a few examples of people they thought were older than their true age. That conversation felt kind of good until the truth became apparent. The next morning Pastor Paul and I were having breakfast. As we were sitting across the table from each other, he ask me which of us is older. I assured him that he was older. He said, "Well, when we look at each other, we both have lots of white hair. Neither of us looks very young any more. Either of us could be the oldest". I told him I am 55 this year. He told me he is 60 this year. But, even after we agreed that he is older, he still thought I look as old as he does.
Then I was visiting Preval and his family. His wife commented, "Pastor Merle you are much bigger(fatter) than when you were here last time". I failed to remember at first that this was a huge compliment. I glanced at my belly and wondered how fat I really looked. Then I remembered that this was flattery. I recovered, smiled, and nodded my head. Yes, I am doing very well. Things are going well for me. I thanked her for noticing my larger size. Actually, I think I have lost about five pounds since I was there in March, but that is irrelevant.
One of the amusing moments in the seminar was the second day, rather late in the hot afternoon. The participants had already sat through 5 hours of teaching and I was now doing the sixth hour. Some people were a bit drowsy. It was 2:00 PM and we hadn't had lunch yet. I was teaching from Ephesians 5. I was ready for someone to read verses 22 - 33. No one responded to my request to read the verses. My interpreter looked over the audience. In the back row he spied Yvon. Yvon appeared to be napping. The interpreter called out, "Yvon, stand up and read the verses!" Yvon was kind of jolted out of his sleepy state. He opened his Bible and found the passage. Then he began to read. In the Kreyol Bible verse 22 begins with the phrase, "Nou Minm, Medam yo". This literally means, "and you wives". Yvon however, read it this way, "Nou minm mechan yo". The entire church was suddenly wide awake and burst into laughter. What he had said was, "and you evil ones".
Brother Ricky, I did see Lena Monclaire. She was singing in church both Monday and Tuesday evening. I almost cry every time I see her. I remember standing by her bed with you and praying for her. I was afraid she would take her last breath before we left the room that day. Instead, she is an active teenage girl. God is good, and he is a father to the fatherless and a protector of the widow.