How many times do we miss the hand of God guiding us through life?
It was our second day in Haiti and we had a fun morning planned touring the village on moto bikes. Our first stop was the lake. In the distance we could see a cluster of village homes. The only way to get there was by climbing rocks along the shore line. There were 16 of us plus 9 drivers. I was at the back of the group to make sure everyone was doing ok. The walk became very difficult so I yelled ahead to the front of the group to see if they thought we should continue and the response was a thumbs up. We continued on and the terrain got more difficult but most of the group was too far ahead to call off the hike so we continued on. We all finally arrived safely in the village and found a place to sit at a church along the lake. The breeze from the lake was wonderful. As we were sitting there a young boy showed up with his arm in a hand made sling. One of the ladies in our group called to Kelly, who is a physical therapist, and told her part way jokingly that she had a new patient. Kelly went to check out the situation to find the young boys hand extremely swollen. We found out that this young boy was one of the children in our sponsorship program. His name is Cletson Atilus. The group decided that we should take this young boy into Port-Au-Prince to have his arm looked at. The injury seemed to be fairly major. We told Cletson that if he wanted to go to the doctor he needed to meet us by the Salvation Army Post, which was about 2 miles away, by 2:00. When we arrived back from our moto bike tour there was Cletson waiting patiently to go into town with us. There was a medical clinic near where we were staying so we took him there. As the nurses removed the hand made bandages from his arm Cletson cried out in so much pain. When the bandages were removed it revealed a disfigured arm. It was obvious there was a major break. We were referred to a hospital in Port-Au-Prince. An american who lived in Haiti discouraged us from taking Cletson to the hospital. He said that we faced liability taking him without a guardian, that they wouldn’t treat him without a guardian, that if American’s went to the hospital that we would get ripped off, that only one of us should go with him and that it wasn’t safe for women to go. His solution was to return him to the village. The Holy Spirit spoke clearly to Scott and his response was, fear of liability will not keep me from getting this young boy help, that we could not go back to get his guardian so we would take our chances, if we get ripped off “oh well”, that women are going because Cletson is comfortable with Michelle and Kelly is a physical therapist and that nothing was going to keep us from doing what we felt the Lord was calling us to do. We arrived at the hospital and were greeted by Americans. They immediately sent Cletson back for an x-ray which revealed a break in his arm. The doctor said that in adults it would require surgery but that in children their is a chance it will heal on it’s own. The prognosis was that if we had not gotten him treatment he would have had limited use of his arm for the rest of his life. We had amazing medical care. All the staff were American Doctors who volunteered a week in Haiti serving at this facility. When we were done we asked how much we owed and the doctor laughed and said, “I’m not getting paid so there is no fee.” Everything they did was FREE! There was a young girl who was being treated ahead of us and she needed a sling but they couldn’t find one. She was only to wear it for a day so they made one out of cloth. Cletson has to be in a cast for 2 months. One of the nurses asked another nurse what they should do because they were out of slings and the other nurse said, “No we aren’t. Here is one.” There was one last sling just waiting for Cletson. We went to see Cletson the next day in the village and he had a smile on his face. He woke up that day with no more pain.
So many things had to take place for us to even find this young boy and then we had to overcome adversity to get him help. If the weaker team members would have been in the front we would have turned around and not gone into that part of the village. If Kelly had not been with us no one would have probably pointed out the boy. He had to have someone that was willing to take him to meet us. We had to be bold in not allowing opposition to keep us from doing what we felt the Lord wanted us to do.
We were able to witness the fingerprint’s of God in amazing ways. My words cannot tell this story with as much power as being there but I hope you see the Glory of our God. We cannot let FEAR keep us from being the hands and feet of Jesus and we must keep our eyes open to see the fingerprints of God.