MAMEE, is the 85 year old lady who gave the land for the new school and church. She was the reason we were here. She had prayed for six years that someone would come to her remote hillside in Haiti and open a school and church for her desperately needy neighbors. Now she was ready to celebrate! She grabbed Winona by both hands and began to dance with her up and down the dusty road adjacent to the property. It was a sight to behold! Here were two elderly ladies dancing energetically while young boys were playing their plastic bongo drums. Then, the Police arrived!
The dancing stopped. The music stopped. Everything got very quiet. Haiti is one of the most violent nations on planet earth and the presence of police meant there was serious trouble. There were five cars loaded with armed policemen. They all moved out of their vehicles and glared at our leader, Maxo and at the American missionaries. What are you doing here? The surly commander shouted in a loud voice. What are you white people doing here? He repeated in French. "Come and explain to them, Mamee!" Maxo called out to Mamee. Everyone felt the tension as fifteen armed policemen looked at us as if we were criminals.
Little 85 year old Mamee, weighing less than 90 lbs. came striding up the hillside carrying a document in her hand and waving it at the commander of the police. "I want you to know!" Little Mamee walked in front of each of the policemen waving her document. "I want you to know," she repeated in her high pitch Creole voice. "I want you to know that I prayed six years for someone to come and build us a school and a church and now they are here. Here is the deed that gives them the right to build and you had better get out of here and leave them alone!" There was dead silence as the chief of police read the document. Then, he looked at his squad of policemen and said, "I think we had better leave!"
What joy and celebration followed that crisis! We all breathed a sigh of relief as the work continued. But, Mamee had other plans. She walked briskly down to her little one-room house and returned in a few minutes wearing her only church dress. She came walking up to me, Jack, and pointed that bony little finger at me and said, "We are going to have church right here and, you Pastor Jack, are going to preach!" Wow! I was astonished, but I was not about to deny that little Hero of the faith. I could only answer in the affirmative, OUI! MAMSELLE!
There on that poverty stricken mountainside in Haiti we experienced another miracle that day. It was even greater than the miracle of "Chicken & Rice." As I gave the message followed by the invitation to receive Christ our hearts were blessed beyond measure as almost everyone of those men, women, boys and girls came forward to receive Christ as their Savior.
I will never forget that day. Neither will Charlie Collins, our Haiti Overseer, or Adam Bryan, a young man who helped us start our work in Bolivia. But, most of all, I'm sure that Winona and little Mamee will forever remember the day when God blessed them with those beautiful miracles. I believe that one day these two saints will dance again up there on the streets of glory while heaven will clap its hands in Haitian rhythm. |