In Haiti, out in Jubilee, there is mud. When it rains. And even when it doesn’t rain, we are blessed to be near the sea and on the way out to the sea we inevitably get in mud. Sometimes it is our feet, sometimes up to our knees, sometimes ( not mentioning any names ) we get the truck stuck in the mud. And when that happens , our feet and knees and shoulders will also experience mud in the pushing out process.
More than once it has been shared at the end of a particularly mud filled day the transforming experience of one of the kids of Jubilee taking a stick or their hand , leading us to the well and being persistant at cleaning off our mud. They are intent on getting us clean.
( so many layers to that thought )
that is what happens here. Beautiful kids from another world scrape us clean. And the stuff that is dried and deep in between our toes is all fair game. The scraping may be more painful, but very little remains untouched.
we come armed witha message of hope, and they come armed with a basin .
good.
