I was reading this morning about one of the kings of Judah, Jehoshaphat, the son of Asa. He was a good king, who loved the Lord, and took away all the idol worship out of the land. He honoured the covenant of God. It says in 1Ki 22:43: “And he walked in all the ways of Asa his father; he turned not aside from it, doing that which was right in the eyes of the LORD: nevertheless the high places were not taken away; for the people offered and burnt incense yet in the high places.”

King Jehoshaphat tried to bring his nation back to the Lord, but the people still feared their gods of nature. Revival in the nation must be caused by revival in the heart of one person at a time.

Yesterday morning, I awoke about one a.m. to a sound I have not heard in Haiti since the earthquake. It was the sound of a lone drum up on the mountains behind the mission. The drums are a form of petitioning the voodoo spirits. People believe these spirits live in the sound of the drum and come to the sound of it.

Follow up:

I had totally forgotten what I had heard on Wednesday: One of the interpreters told a missionary that someone had prophesied that St. Louis du Nord was going to have a terrible earthquake of the same magnitude or stronger than Port au Prince had in January. Such prophecy is not from the Lord, but it still caused a moment of passing thought… “What if?..”

It makes people nervous that though St. Louis du Nord had a serious earthquake, no one was hurt, and no buildings collapsed as they did not that far from us in Cap Haitiand and other northern places. We were just spared. Some of the local people have conjectured that it might have been because our mission is here.

Obviously, someone else felt that thought of ‘what if another earthquake struck, but got us this time?’ and believed it to be their own thoughts.

Serving the Lord here in Haiti, we learn to hear such things in our thoughts, and dismiss them, saying, “That was NOT my thought.” Otherwise, we could be afraid all the time.

The sound of the drum in the early hours showed just how afraid one person was.

Of course there was no earthquake.

I sat in my tent and prayed for the man beating the irregular beat on the goatskin drum. I prayed for him to no longer be deceived in his thoughts, walking in fear, and serving gods of the wind and the rocks. And then, I just fell asleep.

About ten minutes before it was time to wake up, I awoke again. This time to another unfamiliar sound. It was the sound of a generator. That sound meant that a new baby was receiving oxygen from the oxygen concentrator we sent in inside the last container.

During the immediate aftermath of the earthquake, we had to give our small generator to another mission. Without it, we had no electricity for the birthing center at night. Our big generator burns six gallons of diesel fuel per hour. In times of fuel shortage, it means that we cannot afford to run the generator when we would like to.

Kenneth Copeland heard of our need, and bought us the perfect small generator. It runs on diesel fuel, has an electric starter so a nurse can run it, and is easy to move so it can be locked up when it is done being used. That little generator is enough to run the lights in the birthing room, heat the isolette, and run the oxygen concentrator. This morning, we have a live, healthy baby because of all of this.

Glen Hyde from Angel Flight 44 had it flown in to the little airport down the road from us by Robert Rice of the Great Commission Air.

So many strong men of God… so one tiny baby, born prematurely to a stressed mother who survived an earthquake, can breathe, and live, and grow! God is so very good! He has the most wonderful sons.

It is a tremendous joy to be part of the family of God in the earth… people who are not afraid of any terror, but walk in the earth saving lives, bringing hope to the sick, the hurting, and the hopeless, and do it all in the Name of our Lord Jesus.

You are some of those people I am talking about. Thank you for praying in the night. Thank you for praying in the day when you think of us. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

In His great love, Tina