Dear Ones,

Attached is another photo. This is one of my patients who got up early, rose from sick bed, to dress as well as they could, to attend church this morning. Last night we talked about how a man went to see Jesus on a stretcher, carried by friends. When he could not get in the door, they climbed a roof with him and let him down through the roof.

Follow up:

This morning, even the patients who the doctor would not let out of bed were trying to come to church. God is so very, very good.

Because there is no daylight savings time, and because at the church up here on the mountain-top, communion is served before the sermon, we were serving communion a just about the same time as the Lord’s table was being served at my home church. I sat in my seat, holding my bread (stale bit of Haitian cracker) and my little plastic cup of wine, and for just the briefest moment, saw beyond the realm of the natural – where the mosquitos fly, the rain drips, our shirts are wet with sweat, and our patients are in need of pain medicine after the long walk out to church – to the realm in reality – in truth, where our loved ones who have finished their earthly walk, the saints of the first church, you and I, and our new brothers and sisters from the patients, the church triumphant, in heaven and in earth, all were taking together of the Body and Blood of our Lord.

At that Table, we are NEVER far from Home.

I love you. In His great love, Tina