Dawn & Darrell - May 12-21. READ THEIR POSTS HERE
Dawn Fuglestad and Darrell Knosalla returned Wed, May 19 from Haiti working with the Haiti Mission Project Team. Dawn and Darrell follow Ramsey, also of Jacob's Well, who returned recently after serving as a doctor in a field hospital and in clinics. Among Dawn and Darrell's goals was to find the best connections for larger teams of Jacob's Well people and friends to head down in upcoming months.
Still keep them, the rest of the team and the people they served in your prayers, and thanks for your donations.
BACK HOME: "The After Shocks" - Friday, May 21
I’m thinking a lot about Esperanz this morning. He’s eleven years old and when he was ten, he was found milling around Port au Prince alone and surviving on a steady diet of garbage. He was taken back to the orphanage where we stayed and has been there now for a year…a year of being fed and cared for. And yet still now, you have to watch him like a hawk. Leave a dirty diaper sitting somewhere for a moment, it’ll be gone. Diapers. Paper. Plastic. Leaves. All qualify as food for Esperanz…still. It seems this may always be the case.
I used to think that God orchestrated the circumstances and opportunities that allowed for me to meet Esperanz… that somehow this was God’s way of bringing a cross to me and laying it upon me, not so that I may be crushed by it, but so that ultimately I might find life through it. I still believe that. Sort of. But then I think of walking off the plane from Haiti and into that Miami airport and I have a strong hunch this might have been how Jesus felt walking from a world of immense suffering and into the temple that day to find the money changers and business folks making a mockery of his holy house and all it was meant to be. Enraged. And that’s the problem I’m having. I don’t think God intends for our crosses to be passively laid upon us. I don’t think we’re supposed to just happen upon them here and there throughout our lives, although that certainly happens too. I think the table-tipping Jesus of the temple demands something more. I think that when Jesus says if I want to come after him, I need to actually take up his cross—as in seek it out and pick it up--he probably means it.
I’ve got a lot of crosses going on right now. About 37 of them by last count, the number of handicapped kids that are lucky enough to be living at that orphanage tucked away in the bottom of the garbage bowl that is the physical geography of Port au Prince. But I intend to seek and find more. And I intend to pick them up and carry them not because I give a hoot about being ‘saved’ but because when I see them and hold them and smell them, I start to see heaven now, and I think they do too.
DAY EIGHT: Wednesday Evening - May 19
Hi Everyone,
Home at 11:00 last nite. I've been pretty quiet and let other members of the team do the e-mailing. As I prepared myself for this mission trip my main concern was staying at and working around orphans. I've been to orphanages in the past and always came home deeply moved and with a closer understanding of God's heart. (religon that is truly of God; one that loves and supports orphans and widows). Other trips I was working outside the orphanages and entered in and was always drawn to a much deeper place where God dwells. This trip I was to sleep and work and play and base our trip out of an orphanage. So I was trying to prepare. But this trip opened up a whole new level of depth and understanding of what my journey to walk with Christ is all about. As we left each day to journey into Hell on earth, we as people make Heaven or Hell on earth, I spiritually journeyed to a place, depth, maybe pergatory, that I have never felt. Each time when I journeyed back to the orphanage (where I had so prepared to encounter my deepest struggles) I walked through the gates of my refuge and sanctuary. Outside lie a world where orphans and widows live in sewage, filth, garbage beyond discription, a place where I met many of God's angels struggling to make a difference. I was on the brink of maddness, and I thank God for seeing into my future far enough to place my own personal angel in my midst, and I have once again been resurrected and filled with a whole new level of INTENSITY and PASSION. I so look forward to talking, hugging, and loving you each. Those who have eyes will see, and those with ears will hear. For some of you a new seat belt may be required because your journey is about to begin. Love and Blessings, Darrell (Joe)
DAY SEVEN: Tuesday Evening - May 18
DAY SIX: Monday Evening - May 17
DAY FIVE: Sunday Evening - May 16
DAY FOUR: Saturday Evening - May 15
Hello all... It was another full day.
Work load: pulling up tile, busting out cement chunks, rebuilding outside walls, pushing the bus out of a hole after Leonard ran over a tree.
Experiences: a couple members of the team took a long walk down the road outside of the orphanage we're building and they were so blessed as they shook people's hands and gave out treats. We were able to visit Madam Venia's (she is a woman who works at the guesthouse) house that fell down in the earthquake and her tent that she is currently sharing with 6 other grown people. It was heartbreaking...we wonder how she is so joyful and fully of hope and smiles. Her life is so far from easy. We also spent the day with TiJean and we were so blessed to hear his laugh and have his muscles at the worksite.
Tonight's devotion was filled with so much heart...God is working on us in ways many of us were not prepared for. May our hearts continue to be soft as we try to love people as Jesus loves. May we see Jesus in each of these faces, may we be generous and have hearts that are willing to give, love, listen, show kindness, and the courage to step into the hard stuff and respond. May we not grow paralyzed by how overwhelming things are...but walk the road Jesus shows.
We love you and are so grateful to have you as our people. Lindsey (MN team)
DAY THREE: Friday Evening - May 14
Hi everyone. This is Dawn [of Jacob's Well] coming to you live from Haiti on behalf of the group that I’m getting to know pretty well! I guess it’s hard to know where to begin from a newbie to Haiti. I feel like I’m floating between two worlds. The first world smacked into me from the moment we walked out of the airport a couple days ago. It’s this world that I couldn’t have imagined in spite of all the news footage I’ve seen and in spite of the reports from friends of mine who have come here before me. It’s a world that to me laughs at attempts at mental preparation. There is no preparation to see what I’ve seen: mile after mile of hundreds and thousands of people living practically on top of each other; children sitting amongst piles of garage topped off by grazing goats and pigs and dogs; sewage-filled drainage ditches sandwiched between the dirt streets and the tent cities; an entire city filled with the smell of things that should not be smelled. This is a world that to me is an affront to the God who died so that we could live, and the Jesus who asks us ‘to love as I have loved.’ This is a world that forces me to ask not “Where is Christ?” but instead “Where are we who follow him?” So this is the one of the two worlds, the one that is at the same time breaking and enraging my heart.
Then there’s the other world. This is the world that is just starting to come into view for me now that we’re closing out our second full day here. This is the world that I see when we arrive each day off the streets of Haiti from our day full of manual labor and into the gates (literally, everything is walled and gated here) of the orphanage where we are staying. This is the world of an oasis, a microcosm, a small pocket of other similar worlds well hidden behind that first world. In this world, the last are first. In this world, the adults exist for the sake of the children. In this world, no one is going hungry and no one is calling a tent their home. In this world, those who are held captive by non-cooperative bodies--bodies that don’t bend, move, eat, or sometimes speak as they should--in this world, these young handicapped bodies house Christ himself. As my dear friend Darrell has said several times, this world is ‘the hope of Haiti.’
I don’t know how to leave off with this update. I remain stuck between these two worlds. I guess I’ll call it a constant state of enraged hope. The hope part will ultimately prevail, but until it does, I pray that the enraged part stays close behind.
I’ll close by letting you know that we worked hard today hauling blocks and cement to rebuild part of an orphanage. Then we played with the beautiful kids here at Gertrude’s orphanage where we’re staying. Hi especially tonight to Isaac, Bergen, and Oliver. You know who you are and you know I love and miss you!!! (Love, mom) We are praying for all of you who care enough to track with us. Many blessings tonight from Haiti to you—Dawn on behalf of the group
DAY TWO: Thursday Evening - May 13
Friday update: We're about to head out to Lilavois...it is a hot day today...may hit that 110 heat index...there is a breeze so we are grateful!
Happy Thursday! This is Abby Triebel from Poughkeepsie, NY and Mark Burken from Bedford, TX – we are part of the Haiti Mission Project Team that Darrell and Dawn are on. Today was a very sunny day here in Haiti and it did not rain until after dinner. We had devotions on the roof after breakfast before Leonard came for us. Once loaded on the bus, we headed for Lilavois to assess the situation. That we did. Due to lack of key, we could not get into the supply depot. So, we headed up to Delmar 89 to work at the church there clearing rubble off the roof. It was hot, but we were glad to be useful. We had a lot of time on the bus driving around to look out and survey our surroundings. Even those of us who have been here before are curious to see what is the same, what is different, and what is good. One thing that encouraged all of us today was to see how many children are still in school despite everything. They are everywhere, dressed in clean crisp uniforms and carrying backpacks. It is good to know that this part of life goes on.
We did get a prayer answered today, Mark’s lost clothing bag late this afternoon. This is good on multiple fronts…1.) We do not have to live another day with Mark wearing the same clothes for a third sweaty day…praise God! 2.) We did make a stop to purchase underwear and socks and we concluded that they do not have cloths to fit a man as large as Mark in Haiti...more on this story when we get home. So again, God is good!!!
We all are looking forward to starting the block work tomorrow....more to come in our next update tomorrow or when the internet access allows it to get out!!!
DAY ONE: Tuesday Evening - May 12
We made it! Props to American Airlines for getting all 4 states' teams into Miami within 10 minutes of their scheduled arrival times. But to make it to PAP on time would be just too much...we sat on the tarmac in Miami for an hour while they looked for a lost screw...
It is a lovely night here in Port au Prince. There's a nice breeze and the skies are clear--so no rain tonight.
We're staying at Gertrude's orphanage/creche...which brings fun new adventures, like playing with children, carrying lots of bags upstairs, some sleeping on air mattresses, and learning all the new ins and outs of the new place. The boys are sleeping in the old St. Joseph's creche rooms (where we painted beds last year). The girls are in the new part of the Notre Maison house upstairs in the rooms where Gertrude and Jude were going to live pre-quake.
Tomorrow we'll be off to Lilavois to work: painting, pulling up tiles, and laying block to rebuild one of the exterior walls.
Today's Highlights: Leonard's smile, Gertrude's hugs, amazing mystery meat and mashed potatoes, devotions on the roof, and lovely Haitian noises serenading us to sleep...God is so good, friends. We wish you were here with us.
Prayers: That Mark's bag would make its way to Haiti...He'd love to have clothes. We'd love for him to have clothes...it won't smell pretty if he doesn't get to change. That the team would respond to God's leading, that we'd have eyes to see how we can best serve and the courage to respond.
We are so grateful for your support and prayers!







