Oriani Clinic Report - Matthew

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The rain is loudly descending on our tin roof and the clinic is finished for the day.  It finally feels like I have some time to write!  I know it is high time for me to give an update about Confidence Health Center.  It’s been quite a year for my family and I.

May 2016 we emptied our house in California of the so-called  treasures we had accumulated. Some things were packed into a shed on our property…while other items found a new home at the landfill.  We are very fortunate that my brother and his wife are renting our house to care for things.  On June 1st,  2016, my wife and I, and our three children arrived in Haiti ready to start this new adventure. Keith’s overlapped with us for the first 6 months.  It has been great working under his tutorship.  There are so many things to learn about providing aid in this setting and how to best relate to the culture here.  We spent the first few months working on our house too.  The clinic purchased a block house next to Keith’s property for the clinic administrator.  We added a bathroom and a couple of bedrooms for the children.  The house has also been retro-fitted with plumbing and electricity.  It is a basic house, but it often feels like a castle compared to other houses here made of rocks… mortared together with mud.  Sharing yards with the nurse’s quarters, the house has created a perfect, secure setting.  We also have access to Keith’s shop. After spending many hours working on vehicles and motorcycles… I can really appreciate having access to a shop!  The house is close to the clinic too, just a short walk up the hill.  The children are really enjoying the large grassy yard for playing soccer.

At the clinic, Fre Willie was added as a receptionist shortly after we arrived.  He has been a great asset to the clinic, working well with the patients and staff. He knows a fair amount of English, which has been a very valuable resource for me.  In the morning, he also helps Fre Ozias with devotions.  Often, he shares recent inspirations which adds a new flavor.  It always impresses me when the patients listen attentively and sing with enthusiasm.  Life for them isn’t easy.  Seems like they live in a constant state of disaster…living through one crisis they immediately enter another.  We are trying to alleviate some of their suffering here at the clinic.  It is also a blessing to offer hope in Jesus Christ!  The rest of the staff has been the same for the past year, which has been working well for us.  The clinic is really operating smoothly.  I feel very blessed with the staff we have.

This past year we had an ultrasound machine donated to the clinic.  A technician volunteered to train the nurses here for a week.  That was a learning experience for her and us.  There were so many conditions she had only seen in textbooks.  She went home with a lot of knowledge about third world country diseases and a new vision on how badly diseases can progress without treatment.  We were left with some basic knowledge on how to use the machine as well as some simple diagnostic skills.  We have also been able to send images to her for diagnosing, which has been a valuable resource.  The ultrasound machine has given me the ability to perform a procedure called paracentesis, which is using ultrasound to guide a long needle to remove abdominal fluid.  Sometimes we see patients with chronic diseases or organ failure that have accumulated extra fluid.  On one occasion, I removed 5 liters of fluid from a lady.  There was easily that amount remaining, but that was the limit I could safely remove at one time.  Removing extra fluid certainly increases patient comfort and makes breathing easier.    Another time, after delivering twins, my fellow nurse Todd became concerned when the placenta was not delivering.  A quick look with the ultrasound revealed another foot!  Triplets!  And they all are healthy!  We also use the ultrasound for differentiating between a fluid filled cyst or a solid tumor, diagnosing placenta previa, and various other organ problems.

International Medical Corps asked if they could partner with us to alleviate  malnutrition in our zone.  We had been wanting to do something to fight this problem, but it takes quite a commitment. Just handing out food turns into a real nightmare.  I guess their persuasion was what we needed to tackle it.  We made a temporary room in the ambulance shed to support the program.  Almost 100 families, from remote and very poor areas, showed up up for screening on the first day.  There was a doctor and several nurses from IMC to help facilitate.  The screening process was taking awhile, so we got our school staff to cook rice for everyone.  It was a big hit!  It was amazing to see their eagerness when the food was served.  Survival instinct kicked in as these little ones guarded their bowls.  We are all blessed with so much in America!  We took only children in the “red” zone the first day, six of which needed to go to the hospital for immediate stabilization.   Many more were given cards to return the following week, when there would be time for additional screening.  Since then, we have had some graduate, and some new ones added.  The clinic now has a nutrition day every Tuesday.  The nurses give out medical peanut butter, fortified with vitamins and minerals, which is a complete nutritious food.  Weight and growth are meticulously charted.  One mother has thanked us many times because her son wasn’t walking previously.  Earlier, we had taken him down to Port Au Prince to try and diagnose the problem.  The Dr. said there was nothing physically wrong, and the problem was due to malnutrition.  Sure enough!  He has started walking after a couple weeks on the program.  As with any nutrition program here in Haiti, it’s not without stress and headaches, but we are happy for the resources this partnership has provided.

The other night I was awakened by a telephone call from our neighbor, Senfor, who was requesting assistance with his wife who was in labor.  They were planning a home delivery, but he was now becoming anxious because he did not feel things were progressing.  I awoke Chrystelle, our labor and delivery nurse, and we headed over to check things out.  Most babies are born at home here, although, we deliver a fair amount at the clinic too.  Mr. Senfor met us at the door of their small dwelling and ushered us in.  Seated on the floor in a semi reclining position was his wife.  She was resting on several pieces of cardboard, old medicine boxes they happily received from us a few weeks ago.  The setting was very meager, although, better equipped than most here, I’m afraid.  After a quick assessment, we determined the baby was head down and labor was progressing normally.  The baby was preske rive!  (almost arriving)  Seemed that they really just needed some reassuring.  I offered we could transport her to the clinic for delivery, but they decided to rather stay home.  Probably a wise choice because just a few minutes later, I was “catching” the baby.  A healthy girl was born!  Soon the other children filed in from the other room to meet their sister, eyes full of wonder at the miracle of life!  Another time I was stopped by a lady in market, while walking to the clinic.  I couldn’t catch all the details (my creole isn’t there yet) but I did understand that there was a woman in labor needing help.  She led me up a small mountain trail overlooking the village.  As we near the top, I spot a crowd gathered around a lady sitting in the middle of the trail.  She is squatting and there is a freshly delivered baby at her feet.  Obviously, she didn’t make it down to the clinic in time!  Talk about a delivery room with a view!  The scenery was gorgeous from up there.  Ok, I am seeing the issue.  They don’t have a way to cut the cord!  And ..uh..I guess I don’t either!!  After a quick jog down to the clinic, I return with the necessities.  A few minutes later she’s back on the trail headed for home.  We still deliver quite a few babies at the clinic (and a few in our front yard), but we don’t have the staff and resources to deliver nearly all the babies here. Oriani could certainly use a birthing center for the amount of babies born here.  Thus saith the Lord, thy redeemer, and he that formed thee from the womb, I am the Lord that maketh all things; Isiah 44:24

The clinic purchased a Toyota Landcruiser that we use for our ambulance.  Keith and I modified it with bench seats in the rear and a system to secure the stretcher. It will be cheaper to operate and hopefully require less maintenance than the military ambulance we had previously.  One major part of the work here is vehicle maintenance.  Trips down to Port Au Prince are required to pick up medication and supplies.  Roads are not improving, and it seems repairs and maintenance can keep me as busy as medical issues.  They tend to overlap, and some days when patients come to the yard they are surprised that the “doctor” is a mechanic covered in grease.  Recently, after some inspection, I realized the frame on our Ford Excursion was nearly split in half!  This required some welding and re-enforcement with steel plate. I have also replaced wheel bearings, brake pads/calipers, broken leaf springs, and various other suspension parts.  These roads are definitely rough on machines!  Seems like whenever I fire up the generator for the welder, out come people carrying truck parts, broken beds on their heads, and charcoal stoves…all needing repair!  Far as I know, there is only one other welder here on the mountain.

Haiti Air Ambulance now recognizes Oriani as an official landing zone!  Villagers were totally shocked, but now excited that more emergency resources are available to them.  This non-profit, medical helicopter service is based out of Port Au Prince.  The helicopter is a Bell 407 provided by Air Methods from the US.  Initially, the crew flew in to establish a landing zone and conduct staff training.  They landed in the local soccer field, after we moved a few goats and cows to higher ground.  It was challenging at first to control the crowds of curious people. The flight crew has been very eager to help our remote mountain community and all flights so far have been free of charge.  The base manager stated that their primary mission is to help remote areas like Oriani.  It’s about a 4 hour drive on rough roads to Port Au Prince with our ambulance…and only 15 minutes by helicopter!  A few times we have lost critical patients during long transports. Weather can be challenging to make flights up here, but Haiti Air Ambulance is still a valuable resource for us.  Even if the weather does not allow them to make a flight here, they will still assist with finding a receiving hospital.

Lately we have been receiving rain….lots of rain.  Rain that comes down in torrents at times…washing out roads and threatening to destroy gardens and houses.  I’m afraid some of the more tender crops will be lost.  The people here are hungry, wet, and cold.  Many come to our door begging for help.  We can’t begin to provide aid for such an enormous need.  Our hearts feel heavy so many times.  Sherri often provides cups of hot chocolate on the porch and we do our best to give a listening ear.  How can hope remain when there is so little hope at times?  Over and over we learn from these dear, suffering people. There are members at church that hardly find enough food now.  They aren’t begging or even mentioning it.  Rather, they lift one another through song and encouraging words.  We trust it all to God, the creator of all things, to comfort and provide for their need.  Pray for us that we can be an instrument for the work here and perform the work God has called us to do.  I would also like to thank all of our supporters that make the work here possible.  Please continue to pray and support the work in Oriani. “In as much as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me” Matthew 25:40.

Matt & Sherri Giesbrecht
Bodie, Alyssa & Dawson

Transition Time

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Our family has been planning on turning the day to day administration of the clinic over to another couple named Matt and Sheri Giesbrecht from Belico California. They arrived in June and have been studying creole and learning the ropes here. We feel so blessed and it seems they are a great fit. Matt is an RN, and their talents and experience are perfect for the position and I feel the transition is going well. We have been working on some paperwork to become Haitian citizens, and even though it is not completed, we now plan to go back to Ontario on Dec 13 to spend more time there. We foresee that we will continue to be involved here, though.  Our family is trickling back to Ontario already. Trev and Mirlene left a year ago, and Zack, who is 21, went back in June of this year to start his apprenticeship in welding, machining, and metalwork. Cam, 17, just left here a few weeks ago to work for his uncle Anthony in harvest time. So now with our two nurses who live with us, our family dinner table is down to 7 place settings. We love life here and will miss the clinic, these dear people, and this land.

The clinic here was blessed by having a Radiologist (Shelly Cederberg from Michigan) come and spend a few days with us, training to do sonograms. Our machine functioned well and it was amazing to see what all can be discovered by ultrasound. Shelly says she saw things here in Haiti that she has never seen in America! Like worms in stomachs, football size cysts, late stage cancer, etc. Matt, nurse Kay Wedel, and our Haitian nurse Chrystelle did well and learned a lot. They are doing sonograms on their own now and examining the unborn babies,  diagnosing kidney stones, ovarian cysts, liver inflammation, and just a host of things. It is also very useful for guiding long needles to do aspirations (draining up to a gallon of fluid from abdomens) etc. It is a very useful tool.

A while ago we had a triple blessing at the clinic. one evening a lady WALKED to our house from 30 minutes away and told us she had just delivered a child at her house but hadn’t delivered the placenta yet and so she wanted our help. Ok, let’s go to the clinic! So when we get there, we detect another child about to be born! Great! We have twins! So after breaking her water again, a man-child was born. I went to the office to prepare something and soon Chrystelle comes running in and says “a foot is now sticking out!” And Chrystelle has this wide eyed excited look and huge grin (that you’d have to know her to understand), and so we had to break the water yet again and a girl is born. Triplets! The family said they were going to name them Mary, Martha, and Lazarus!  It was awesome and the mom was so strong and has cared for these kids very remarkably well. We gave them some milk formula when things started getting tough to keep up, but they are all doing great. Candace went and visited the home one time and found the three clean and well-clothed bundles lying in a row on the bed and mom reading her Bible.

We have had some very frustrating and disappointing situations too. One of our neighborhood ladies has a fist-sized ball hanging off the side of her abdomen. very infected and painful. We Ultrasound it and could not determine what it was that is getting infected and felt she really quickly needed to get an operation. Then we cannot find anyplace that will do it for her. Everywhere we took her they just give her a runaround and keep referring her on to other doctors who sell her a bunch of meds and tell her to go to the next. Finally a couple months later we connected with some visiting American surgeons who came to another hospital and they did it. Found out it was a large fatty growth of unknown origin. It’s just so frustrating trying to get quick help for poor people.

There is so much more we could write about but you have a little picture again.  We still see just under 2000 patients a month, and last month we delivered 15 healthy babies.

On Sunday morning as I was walking to church, I was meeting people coming and going to churches all over the place, some to the Catholic, some to the Baptist, some to a prophet for profit, and some to a local preacher who is known to stand at the church door with a stick and spank his latecomers. So many different views of who God is and how to serve Him. It made me sad that the Devil has had such success at dividing people into different deceptive paths. (The Devil doesn’t do addition or multiplication but is very good at division.) Many people hardly know who or what they serve, or what that means to love God with our whole heart, mind, and soul, and love our neighbor as ourselves. Everyone here recognizes Gods existence, but it seems so few really know Him or the tranquility that Jesus gives us. Pray that the Gospel light will shine clearly in the midst of darkness and lots of gray. The clinic example of an anesthetic injection often comes to mind. The devil is trying to numb us all so that he can do his work. He wants to give us his injection and then he can work at destroying us without us hardly knowing what’s happening. Sometimes he gives us a local anesthetic and ultimately wants to put us to sleep completely so that he can operate and remove our conscience, heart, and soul without us even feeling it. Let’s not let him get close enough to give us those injections!

I don’t want to paint a negative picture of Haitians and their unity and faith… because I am often impressed favorably with them too. I see LOVE when they sit so close they overlap onto each other even though there is plenty of empty space on the bench. I see CARE for each other when I see a sister reach up and tidy up the hair, patting it in place, even changing a clip, or adjusting the collar of the sister sitting in from of her in church.  I see UNITY of brotherhood when as soon as church is done they all enthusiastically shake hands saying “my brother” “my brother” as they go from one to the other. I see FAITH and TRUST when they resign themselves to the hand of God when they feel they cannot do anything more to improve their lives or their children’s lives, and as hurricanes come and wreck all they have worked for and they have no insurance to fall back on. I appreciate how a small thing like a chicken walking around on the rostrum and pooping on the floor and then walking out, didn’t even distract them from listening to the preaching of the Word of God. I think only we whites even took note of it!  Deacon Todd and Donna Schmidt are still here as church missionaries. We are so glad they came back here for another term!

Ok, my next email in a couple days will talk about the Hurricane Matthew that tore a strip through Haiti. We went to the disaster area and ran a mobile clinic in Abricot by one of our churches.

We thank all of you donors for standing with us and making this medical help to Haitians possible. It’s your work in that sense and we feel humbled to be a part of what God is doing.

We implore your prayers…

  • For wisdom in how to best help people in extreme poverty
  • For protection
  • For our paperwork to advance quickly
  • For the clinic funding to continue

May God Bless Haiti and… actually… the whole wide world!

Brother Cyclone

“Brother Cyclone.  That’s what some of the Haitians are now calling my fellow administrator Matthew Giesbrecht. The hurricane and he both share the same name.”

I don’t want to bore you with details that you have seen and heard before so I hardly know how to write. And… words can’t describe it. At least mine can’t. I know some people can write descriptive word pictures in just a few words but that’s not easy for me.   I can sorta describe broken trees, and roofs ripped off by a violent and unrelenting wind that seems like it will never stop. I can describe rain that comes horizontally and how in a little over 24 hours it filled a 5-gallon bucket to running over and then the next 6 hours had some of the hardest rains of all. Which amounted to 18 – 20 inches of rain total?  I can try to describe how we clung to Matts roof ridge in 60 mph winds and rain that resembled a snowstorm, while working for an hour stuffing rags into the whole ridge cap so that the wind doesn’t drive rain straight into the house, but it really is one of those things you just have to experience.  And how do I justly describe the poor man who lives in what is best described as a tiny black hole of a dungeon with a leaky tin roof, and all his earthly belongings (his dishes, his clothes, and a couple trinkets) are in the bottom HALF of a five-gallon bucket?  I don’t have words for that!  What I find so discouraging to write about are the feelings of despair many of these people have after a storm like this. They survived and they have ready smiles, and you almost could think they are happy. But the smiles hide a deep sense of fatalism where they believe that they are a cursed people and a cursed nation that will never be able to rise.

When house walls are made of mud and rocks and the rain drives water straight into them for 12 hours, they just fall down. Oriani is far from the eye of the storm that passed but the wind and rain were still quite damaging to our area. Many crops were damaged even though not totally destroyed. Banana tree too. We spent a couple days walking in the little byways checking out the sentiment of the people and the damage… and there was just a lot of damage to the homes. All the homes that are damaged are old, poorly built and inhabited by the very destitute. These are the ones that, to a large degree, are unable to help themselves. The clinic had just a little money that had been donated for humanitarian relief and we used that to help do some repairs. One of our widow sisters had a house fall completely flat, hardly one stone left upon another. We had enough money to be able to offer her some materials if her family could do the labor to rebuild it for her. They started immediately. We have people constantly coming to us and asking for help but we just have to remind them we are here to help them if they have a medical problem. If they are sick… come to the clinic and we will help you! They seem to understand that quite well. We will continue to use special donated hurricane relief funds to repair and build a few more houses for some of the most helpless ones as that opens up.

Matt and I both had a little conviction to use our medical talents and meds to take a mobile clinic out to the real disaster area out west.  Soon we started getting calls from the Haitian Mission Board and they too were encouraging us to consider going. They said they were having a meeting on Wednesday and would discuss it to see if they all felt that way. I told them that if they said to go, we’d go, and if they felt it wasn’t the right time, then we would stay away. They discussed it and told us to go. So Thurs afternoon we headed out. Picked up some more meds, slept in the Port au Prince area, and on Friday left for Jeremy. We didn’t really see a lot of damage till we approached the city of Les Cayes. From there on, it was very bad. It seems like a category 4-5 hurricane does very similar damage as a tornado. Now imagine a 50 mile WIDE tornado sweeping across the country! The vast amount of destruction is hard to imagine. Hardly any houses left complete. Most destroyed. We arrived in Jeremy at about dark, and were advised to sleep in there and go to Abricot Saturday morning. As  we drove out to Abricot the next morning, things just steadily seemed to be worse and even worse. I remember Abricot as a heavenly place. Full of fruit trees of every kind, birds singing, lush jungle, and huge shady mango trees. The best way to describe now is like some pictures I have seen of war zones where all is flattened with just bare trunks of trees standing, almost no green left, and brown hills because all leaves and shrubbery and gardens are stripped. Trees are short stumpy skeletons standing against the sky or else lying flat on the ground. We have not seen all of our church members’ homes here yet, but they say every one is in bad shape. And they say a lot of people here are weak with hunger because they are only eating bare rations and maybe only once a day.

The first order upon our arrival in Abricot was to go down to the government office and sign in that we are working and providing aid for the area. I think this is always an important step to do. It’s a matter of respect, and also collaboration of us with them. If we have any problems, then they are there for us, too. Foreigners sometimes have a tendency to waltz in and do things “our” way, not giving enough consideration to the authorities who are in place.

We got here just in time to see a pair of unmarked American military looking helicopters circling the area. The men in the choppers waved to us to go down the hill into town, so we went and saw them land. They handed out some simple medical supplies that just ended up running off into some of the native’s hands, and then some water and a few jugs of cooking oil. The people were relatively cooperative. The helicopter guys were very commanding and without one word, just hand signals… got everyone in order and lined up to chain the stuff out away from the aircraft. Matt and I were unable to properly talk to them because they never shut down the noisy rotors, but we handed them our business cards and wrote notes to tell them that this community is low on food, and asking them to please send some more because the thieves on the roads are blocking food from reaching this remote town.


Two hours later a very large USA Army chopper armed with missiles (never know when you might need them) came zooming in and landed. These Army guys completely lost control. There were Haitians climbing on and under and even inside, mobbing them as they tried to get the rice and water out the door. It was chaos!!!! Then as soon as they took off, the fighting started on the ground. A rock came flying in our direction, and the crowd started fleeing as two guys with machetes started swinging, trying to attack another group. Soon clubs came out and it was crazy! I thought they were mad at the “whites” because there was not enough food to go around, but some said they were mad at another group that had hit one of them on the head. The half-naked machete-flailing picture of fury was running around trying to slice people, and when he ran towards us, we were all like cockroaches when a light turns on. I will not easily forget the sight of this tall, lean, bareback, crazed, man running towards Matt with a machete raised… and Matt doing his best imitation of a low lean race car, his sandals sending rooster tails of sand and mud towards the madman!  It would have made headlines anywhere!  ROFL (It was only funny afterward… I was pretty scared too!)

We covered the CSI tuberculous clinic (which lost most of the roof) with tarps, and were able to use the facilities here for a general clinic. Before we even got set up, we had patients coming. Some had fevers and some came with injuries from flying tin.

Sunday we went to church with our brethren here in Abricot and I honestly just had to weep as I felt the warmth of the service and the hearty singing. It was so beautiful and in stark contrast to outside the church building where it was so ugly and destroyed. The Mennonite church here is one of the only buildings left complete and was a real shelter in the time of storm for hundreds of people.

Monday morning we immediately had a crowd. We passed out sixty cards ASAP and the rest had to come back tomorrow, but there are so many serious cases that we had to take in at least another fifteen, or so.  So many of the wounds took a good while to dress, and having some people on IV fluids, etc., made for a long day. One lady had seven sliced wounds from flying tin. Several of them were deep and infected. Another old lady had both legs cut and a long gash showing her skull even after thirteen days.

Tuesday, we held the clinic all day again. Lots of fighting to get cards in the morning. Hard to keep order. Once their fists started flying, after which they all got embarrassed and started settling down. The rest of the day went okay. We have been hearing the surf from the clinic here where we work, eat and sleep, and have not even been able to spend even five minutes at the water yet. So today right after work, we guys went swimming. Was so relaxing and calm in the clean blue ocean.

Wed morning, and before we could open the clinic doors, we had already passed out all the numbered cards that we could see for the day. At 8am we heard a  noise down by the beach and when we went to check it out, we saw two Dutch Navy ships off shore with numerous inflatables getting ready to run food onto the beach. These guys had complete control, and commanded more respect than the helicopters guys last Saturday. They are also working with local authorities, which is good. They had a French Canadian spokesperson, although it seemed all these Dutch soldiers (men and women) spoke good English. Several of their nurses (with guns in holsters) came to our clinic and helped us out for a while, bandaging wounds, and doing some consultations. Very good to have their help!

Thursday was another busy day. The locals were so determined to get first in line to be seen in the clinic that they started assembling at 3 am outside our window. Made the awfulest noise with their arguing and angry talk as they jostled each other for place in line. Later I heard that they had forced open the door of the man next to us who was in charge of handing out the cards, and whacked him over the head because he didn’t want to get up so early. The severity of wounds and sicknesses we are seeing is starting to diminish and it feels like we are getting caught up with the most urgent needs.

Friday….we wrapped things up by noon so that we could hire a small motor boat to take us about two hours down the coast to the city of Dame Marie. Having had experience before of running out of gas out at sea… I made SURE the captain was confident that the 6 gallons ware enough. I asked him several times before we left if he was POSITIVE. and finally he told me, “Hey, this is my profession, of course I know what I am doing!”  OK OK, good enough. We headed out past some of the most amazing cliffs and jagged rocks imaginable. I was thinking… wow, if a boat was in distress along these shores… there would be no possible way to beach or even hang onto these razor sharp, overhanging cliffs. A boat would be crushed almost immediately!  Well, we made it to Dame Marie in about two hours under beautiful conditions. There we found a town that was extremely hammered by the hurricane. The land route was just recently opened up and help was just barely starting to arrive, but the storm had stripped and flattened so much of the city it was unbelievable. We saw several HUGE six foot in diameter trees snapped off, roofs off, houses flattened to rubble, and roads which disappeared into the sea. We visited with the residents and, while they were depressed, they were hopeful because roads had been opened and help was arriving. The fishermen in this area harvest conch from the ocean, and the beaches were lined and piled with thousands upon thousands of huge, beautiful conch shells. Sun was lowering and it was time to head back on our two-hour boat ride to get home by dark. Well… we ran out of gas an hour from our Abricot home. The captain kept peering into the tank, saying, “Oh no, it’s not out of gas!” But it kept on sputtering and dying. Every time it stalled, he would readjust the angle of the gas can again and it would start up. Every time saying, “We’ll arrive!”  Darkness set in like a wet warm blanket over our heads just as we arrived beside the aforementioned cliffs of death. Finally, the oars came out and the twenty foot boat filled with eleven people was sloooowly rowed towards a town several miles down and around the curvy coastline. We had our nurse Chrystelle and her friend Charlotte with us and neither knew how to swim and life jackets of course… were only for the sissies in America. So honestly, I was doing a fair bit of praying. I was also checking and shaking the gas tank and I heard and felt no liquid within. While the captain was too proud to admit we were simply out of fuel, I prayed and asked God to put enough in the tank to start it once again and that we could arrive safely.  Soon after it started again and even though it sputtered, it never quite died and it took us all the way in to Abricot! I couldn’t believe it. Thank you, God. We were greeted in the darkness by a couple hundred young men each with a headlamp on the head and a seine in hand. They were seineing for baby eels at the mouth of the river. It was an amazing sight. And I am so glad that communities like this have this huge resource of the ocean where they can fish and make money like this. They will be able to get back on their feet in time.

Saturday morning we headed out on the long drive back to Oriani. I think it took from 6am till 10 pm to get back into our beloved mountains and home.

It was a sobering time, and the damage out there is beyond belief and comprehension, but the people are a tough and resilient people who will bounce back in time. Our church CSI program has started a fantastic house repair project which will be a blessing to many yet. Our church family in Abricot is doing okay. None were killed or even injured, and while they almost all suffered the loss of their houses or parts thereof, they praise God for protecting them.

Continue to remember the Haitian people in your thoughts and prayers. They need it. They feel like they are a people who don’t have any “chance”. If the system doesn’t hurt them, the drought does, and if the drought doesn’t hurt them too much this year… then the hurricanes take what’s left. It is hard to understand why God has allowed some lands and people to advance so much when other hardworking people suffer so much.

God Bless you all,

Keith Toews

Director of Confidence Health Center

March Update

A view of Haiti’s mountain ranges from the top of Pic la Selle, Haiti.

A view of Haiti’s mountain ranges from the top of Pic la Selle, Haiti.

Hello from my favorite chair in Oriani, Haiti.

Happy Easter! May we all live with the resurrected Jesus in our lives. We are a little exhausted with all the activity lately. It’s been a busy time getting ready for Easter. We are youth leaders here and were in charge of a youth program that we brought to the church here in Oriani and also to the neighboring congregation of Savan Mouton. Practice 3 times a week, along with all the other church services… makes lots of “church” but it’s been good. We have 15 youth here and they all did so well. The young brethren took turns telling the Easter story between the songs … but they all kinda got into preaching which made the whole program very long.

This winter dry season has been not nearly as severe as last year. It’s March now, and some farmers are starting to plant potatoes, corn, cabbage, and beans. Rain makes these people miserable and so happy. How? They sit in their cold leaky huts, and they usually can’t even cook food on their outside fires while it rains so … they are hungry, cold, huddled together in their dark little houses, the paths around the neighborhood turning to muck. Yet they are rejoicing because rain is watering the land, bringing hope for a crop, water to bathe in and water to drink! Rain is LIFE! You realize how very important rain is in an area where there are no rivers or wells. CSI has been working with a well drilling outfit and have drilled 5 holes up here in this mountain now and every one is dry so far. Contracts are being made for some kind of expensive testing to be done now before more money is poured into dry rock holes.  Pray that they can find water! It will be a huge blessing.

On top of all the other hundreds of sick and wounded people, there were a lot of babies born in the clinic in the last month. I don’t have the reports in front of me but I think it must have been about fifteen. Most of them were first time moms and were as young as fourteen! Most of these wonderful opportunities to bring a new soul into this world were quite difficult cases, too. We tend to get the difficult ones. Traditionally, the babies are born in their houses, and then when they have issues…they just bring the person to the clinic on a mule, or… four men carry the whole bed to the clinic! Sometimes it seems the whole community comes along. At that point we apply crowd control measures and lock the clinic door so they don’t all pack inside and cause problems. Usually, we allow just one person to accompany the mom, and it’s inexplicable how they choose that person. Recently, a mom chose her brother in law because she said her husband couldn’t handle it. I didn’t agree with that weirdness, so I chased him outa there and got another lady of the family instead. One of the babies born at the clinic was stillborn. Another was starting to cause alarm when it stalled in the birth canal too long and then was very slow to breathe afterwards. Thanks be to God for all the deliveries that were eventually brought to a successful end. Our nurses Kay and Chrystelle have much patience.

Things don’t always turn out well though. We had a man come in to the consultation room with a baby in his arms that looked a little strangely relaxed. Kay called me to come, so I asked him if the baby was sleeping and he said yes, but Kay and I immediately had suspicions that the baby was dead. Kay proceeded to do the consultation and listen to the lungs and heart, and then we had to quietly break the news to the father that his child was gone. His silent acceptance of it was heart wrenching.  Another day, one of our favorite church sisters (Se Simon) fell down unconscious at her house, and was carried a mile on a bed to the clinic. The nurses started CPR immediately and kept on for quite a while but alas, she too slipped into eternity to be with her Savior, never to hunger or suffer again.  Because she was so loved and respected, the funeral was huge! I counted almost 500 people inside the church and many more outside. The walking procession to a tomb near her house was likely a 1000 people, heartily singing as we walked. It grew into this large crowd as other churches let out that Sunday morning and joined up with us. It was one of those scenes which are totally indescribable!!

Another day, we had two men come in who had gone to work in their garden. When they needed a break… they drank from a gallon jug of water that they had previously hidden in the field. An hour later they both woke up from unconsciousness with a crowd of people looking down at them. Somebody had poisoned the water jug and they were in bad shape with terrible shakes and stomach cramps!! They were brought in and we gave them everything that we could think of because the family did not want us to take them to a hospital. But nobody knew what kind of poison we were dealing with! They received activated charcoal, milk, IV fluids, and then finally, the family just took them home. I had asked the men if they were praying. They said they were Christians but were in too much pain to pray. So we prayed for them. It again impressed me that we all better have our “after-life assurance” looked after and paid up by the blood of Jesus BEFORE we fall sick, because I have seen this often that a person close to death isn’t even thinking of praying! One man died, the other man lived. Reminded me of the account in Luke 17. “Two men shall be in the field; the one shall be taken and the other left.”

A very immoral and well known girl of eighteen, who seemingly had no known history of depression or boyfriend breakups, etc., suddenly decided to try to end her life by drinking poison. Her family brought her in. After vomiting and treatment and observation for a while, she bounced back with little or no negative effect. I talked to her and she just laughed… said she was just tired of living and wanted to end it. I asked her if she knew where she would be now if she had been successful?  I tried to describe the horrors of hell, she got sober and said she didn’t want to go there. I also told her of the forgiveness and love of God, and how Jesus came and died to save sinners like her, like me, like all of us ….If we repent and call on Him. She said she would think about it. Our hearts ache for cases like this.

Sometimes it’s a fight to be able to help these people. Yesterday a mule stepped on a twelve year old boy, and he had an open fracture of his leg; the bone ends were protruding. After pulling and setting it, the nurses splinted it and prepped him to go by ambulance on a rough three hour ride to a hospital. Now, I had noticed the woman who brought the boy looked dirty, acted distant, and disconnected. I began to question her about how to plan the hospital run and I kept getting strange answers. She said we could do nothing till the father came, and he was several hours away. I soon had a strange sense that this woman was hiding stuff and likely was a witchdoctor’s wife. We pleaded with them to let us take the poor lad to the hospital but they refused. Finally, all of them walked away leaving him alone with us for several hours! We soon confirmed that we were indeed dealing with a witch doctor family. After a few hours the witch doctor father came on the scene and refused to allow him to go to a hospital. They just took him home! We felt sick about it. I told that man in very clear terms what would happen if infection set in and that his boy could lose his leg. I also told him that my master Jesus and God were more powerful than his master Satan, and that God would severely punish him as a father if he made decisions for his boy that ended up going bad. He didn’t like that, but I felt a strong feeling to cut him no slack. Before we released the boy to go suffer at the hands of a negligent, devil worshiping father, I prayed with the boy and implored Jesus to touch him, heal him and also reach through to the conscience of the father.  That’s when they took the boy away. A couple hours later they were back, and… the witch doctor asked us to take the boy to Port au Prince! I was thrilled. I was impressed to see this proud arrogant man with an air of humility about him and even softness. I pulled out my Bible (I had been on the way to church) and just gave it to him, telling him to place it in his shirt pocket close to his heart and see if it warms his heart. I told him I wanted him to accept Jesus and become converted, and that I want to talk to him about this some more someday. He accepted it! So away they went to the hospital. I was so happy I felt like shouting HALLELUJA!

The other day, we had a man who had been in a machete fight. His cousin had gotten mad at him and tried to kill him. His head was hacked half way thru his skull, his arm was laid open to the bone. His neck was chopped open just below the jawbone. That one alone almost killed him. He had lost a lot of blood. In total, he had eight cuts. The nurses stitched tendons and, in some places, sutured three layers deep. In all… they spent six hours cleaning, suturing and bandaging. Well over 100 stitches were used. So far he is doing well.

Matt and Sherri Giesbrecht from Ballico, California are planning on moving here to work as administrators of the clinic starting in June. Matt is a RN and brings a lot of good experience with him. We are thrilled at how God provides people for the needs we have here. The Lord willing, we would then go back to Ontario for some time. We are in good health and enjoy our life here in Oriani, but we feel God is leading this way for now. The clinic has bought a house next door to ours here, and we are starting to remodel it and add on to make it more habitable for Matt’s when they come.

Our church has had revival meetings in the last month which I was very thankful for. Some things were set in order and several reconsecrations also happened.  I think we will have a few more meetings sometime soon again.  Now and again we hear of the struggles of the church in North America and how “materialism” (often extravagant lifestyles and the pursuit of “more”) can be a hindrance to fruitful Christian life. In Haiti… in a sense, “materialism” (the gnawing worry of poverty and how to get ahead materially) can have a very detrimental effect on these Christians as well. Keep praying for these dear Christians here too. Sometimes we would feel like helping them, but then at times we can complicate things if our “help” is done in the wrong way too! So also pray for wisdom for us.

There is a song in English which says…

“Thank you Lord for your blessings on me.

There’s a roof up above me, I’ve a good place to sleep,

There’s food on my table, and shoes on my feet.

You gave me your love Lord and a fine family,

Thank you Lord for your blessings on me.”

Well, we have a lot of friends and dear members of our own church here who couldn’t sing ANY of that except the part “you gave me your love Lord….”, but even that is sometimes hard to see when they are suffering. Can you imagine?…. no rain-proof roof, no good place to sleep, no food on the table, no shoes to wear to church, no fine family….

Of course we can’t lift everyone above the poverty line, (and God isn’t asking us to), but I feel God is asking us as His church through His name and in His love, to reach out and help certain situations which He brings to us. To just say, “Be ye warmed and filled and give them not those things which they have need of”… leaves us outside the blessings God has for us, and often closes our door to share the Gospel. I wish the clinic could heal people like Jesus did, with just the touch of His hand, but so far we still need to buy medicine and give it to the people. Wages also need to be paid to employees so they can feed their families, and many other expenses like ambulance service, etc., need to be maintained.  This, unfortunately, takes some of God’s money which He has allowed each one of us to use and to serve others with. We encourage you to remember the Haitian people, and give to the clinic as the Lord directs you.

Two rather major needs we have for funds right now are…

  1. Fix up and furnish a house for Matts to live in by June
  2. Replace our current ambulance with a better diesel model

We thank you for your prayers and support, and may God bless you all.

Keith and Candace Toews and family,

Zachary 21

Cam 16

Chase 14

Christina 12

Ketli 5