So yesterday morning we head to the Kingdom Hall for the 8:40 a.m. meeting for field service. Only when we get there no one is there from the Spanish congregation, apparently they meet somewhere in the campo on Wednesday mornings. So here we are us three Americanos speaking little Spanish and the friends from the Kreyol congregation. What do we do? -THROW CAUTION TO THE WIND- Of course we join them in the ministry, in Kreyol, for the day. IT WAS A VERY GOOD MORNING!
As I mentioned earlier, all of the friends staying in the home we are staying in are the Kreyol congregation. Yesterday was the first time we really have gotten a chance to worship with them. As the morning progressed we felt the bonds of brotherhood strengthening. Isn't it amazing how when we engage in Jehovah's work we are drawn closely together?
We worked with a young couple Janai and Pierre. Janai explained that we were going to a "Batey". In times past a Batey was an area where Haitians who worked on sugar cane farms would live, near the farm. Now the term is used to describe any area where predominantly Haitians are living. Going to this area was quite a shock. As I noted earlier the DR is very poor. Yet even by the standard of living here the people in the Batey have nothing. The homes are made of sheet metal, plywood, plastic, old doors or whatever was available. the roofs are held in place by large stones on the top of the home. There is no electric or plumbing and the sanitation was below the standards that we are used to. Yet with all of that going on around us the ministry was very enjoyable.
We headed up a dead end street and walked about a quarter of a mile up a dirt and stone path. The path opened up into the Batey, a village of these makeshift homes. The people living there are extremely poor but have a love for and respect of the Bible in general. Not once did anyone turn us away this morning.
I worked with Pierre and he did all the talking. I was able to follow along somewhat thanks to 3 years of High School French class I guess. Kreyol seems to be based on a mix French and African dialects. The highlight of the morning for me was his conversation with a woman named Mylene. As we approached the house she greeted us with a big smile. She and Pierre engaged in a lengthy conversation about heaven, the great crowd, the Tribulation and Armageddon. When Pierre read to her Rev. 20:10 about The Devil being destroyed Mylene literally started dancing with joy over this. Yeah, it was the first time I had ever seen that.
We had several good conversations and so thoroughly enjoyed the morning that we went to the Kreyol Congregation meeting that night. It is a small group of 27 publishers and only 2 elders. They both alternated doing parts on the meeting, kind of like a tag team of sorts! The biggest surprise of the night? Eloise, a sister in the home here asked Danielle to be a householder in her magazine presentation! Quick study that she is Danielle, pulled it off without a hitch. You go chica !
|all piled up in the car|
So that was our day on Wednesday. I find it humorous-the three of us, English speakers in a Spanish speaking country, going out preaching with a Spanish Bible that we don't read well, trying to follow conversations in Kreyol. You know what; it all worked out pretty good, thanks to Jehovah God.