I felt the most at risk in the wee hours of the morning. Not on the streets. Not in an aftershock. But in a truck with 10 others. We were flying on a road heading north and a horse ambled out on the road… And stopped! We rubbed that horse’s bottom as we whizzed by.
Today was a day of prep for the next wave. We’re planning to scale the transitional orphan village. A lot of planning must occur on the fly. We are ready to rock.
As I write this, the kids are playing buckets as drums, singing, and dancing.
Look, the people here aren’t thugs. Hungry? Hurting? Heartbroken? Oui. But also helpful, hopeful, and humble. Look at these kids’ eyes and you’ll see. Feel their breath on your cheek when they crash in your arms. Listen to them rejoice. There is good news. You are investing in children here and in your own hearts.
We vow to keep telling you the good news.
I’m beat. I have a chance to slip in a bit of sleep and I’m taking it. I’ll get up early and give you more substance. What’s needed for the transition village? What else is needed? What about coming to serve? All that and more.
Goodnight.
Joe
P.S. To Dan Southerland. We connected with your buddy’s orphanage in PAP. 151 kids. One of their homes fell. They have some food. But they’ll go bone dry on water by tomorrow night. We’re bringing them water in the morning.
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