Caleb English Camp Teacher

10487607_791059824262247_5339136374009682334_nYou can watch an extremely SHORT video of Caleb Cooley teaching at English Camp here. I thought there was much more recorded, but that’s’ what you get with an old man operating a smart phone.

We are all back, all healthy, no one got the “bent man” disease, and we even got the old Isuzu Trooper running – potentially a greater miracle than that of Lazarus.



UTube The (Insane) Love of God

For those not on Facebook, here is the link for the Haitian ladies singing The Love of God in Creole. My dad used to sing The Love of God beautifully – he sang it at Megan’s Child Dedication. Anyhow the Haitian ladies we work with sing it at morning devotions and it brought back good memories. For the insane reference, read the lyrics through to the end.IMG_0177-002

Lyrics – in English!

  1. The love of God is greater far
    Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
    It goes beyond the highest star,
    And reaches to the lowest hell;
    The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
    God gave His Son to win;
    His erring child He reconciled,
    And pardoned from his sin.

    • Refrain:
      Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!
      How measureless and strong!
      It shall forevermore endure—
      The saints’ and angels’ song.
  2. When hoary time shall pass away,
    And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
    When men who here refuse to pray,
    On rocks and hills and mountains call,
    God’s love so sure, shall still endure,
    All measureless and strong;
    Redeeming grace to Adam’s race—
    The saints’ and angels’ song.
  3. Could we with ink the ocean fill,
    And were the skies of parchment made,
    Were every stalk on earth a quill,
    And every man a scribe by trade;
    To write the love of God above
    Would drain the ocean dry;
    Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
    Though stretched from sky to sky.

Verse 3 was penciled on the wall of a narrow room in an American insane asylum by a man said to have been demented. The lines were discovered when they laid him in his coffin.

One Small House

20140701_112403Megan and I were able to visit one of our Compassion International kids yesterday. We went to the office first where we met Bergard, our sponsored child, and his dad. I had met them once -before the earthquake. Their house collapsed, but they were not home at the time. They were in a tent for a long time, but now have a house.
Anyway, we got the Compassion talk, met the director and office staff, and took off to go see the rest of Bregard’s family and new house. It was LONG drive, we had to go by citi soli, which is pretty sketchy. He now lives real close to the house we built a few years ago. His house is the long one with the red tin in the center most of the way up the hill. It is large enough for two rooms. U walk into a room with a dining table, chairs stored underneath so there is room to walk around it. Behind it is the bedroom. Made from rough machete cut 2x4s and tin.
I have a good friend here named James, who I’ve been able to work on cars with and give lots of clothes to, as he also has that skinny tall physique. Anyhow you can pray for him. His brother died the other day, the funeral is tomorrow. A gang held the body for ransom. WE drove by the spot his body was at, under tarps on the side of the road, on the way to Brigard’s house.
Jon and I replaced a generator/city power 2 house switch this morning – with the city power running. They have no cut-off switches here. Even if it had been Winnipeg cold I think I’d have been sweating.
Thanks for your prayers,

Cooleys in Haiti

ImageToday is the first day of English Camp. We have 13 here from Cottonwood. Today is the first day of English Camp. It is going super smooth. We have 13 here from Cottonwood, but with all the interpreters, summer staff and support help we have almost 40 workers for the 400 kids who were signed up. Most of our workers are working with the kids- teaching English or Bible or doing Sports, that kind of thing. Kids are divided up between boys and girls and then go through different stations. Megan is working in the Kitchen, Caleb is teaching Bible, Jon is doing repairs somewhere, and I’m writing you.

English Camp is kind of like a Vacation Bible School, but with an emphasis on learning English. . .  and twice as long. . . and with interpreters. . . and all outside. . . without AC. . . and with two meals a day.

I guess it’s really not like VBS at all.

It sure is cool to watch your kids serve this way. The kitchen is a brutal place to work. It’s a normal sized kitchen, supper hot and crowded in there, with 400 breakfasts and lunches to prepare. They do seem to have a lot of fun working together, and the new sink should be a help. Caleb has a great interpreter, they should have a lot of fun working together.

Megan just walked by and asked, “Are you still doing nothing?” So, let me say that working in the kitchen is really easy. There is food whenever you want it, drinking water close by, no kids screaming at you, what a life.


Weekend in Haiti


So I was getting to bed pretty late last night – was the last one up around midnight. I left the bathroom using my flashlight so as not to wake up others, and I saw a rat. I was walking towards my room, so not thinking i just kept on going. That freaked the rat out, so he ran in front of me. I kept walking, he kept walking. So, i stupedly chased the rat into my bedroom at midnight. Thankfully he didn’t snore.

It’s been pretty crazy here. We just finished replacing the rusted out sink with a new stainless one before the 400 kids show up for English Camp tomorrow. There have been a ton of projects, including getting the new propane bug trap set up, fogging, fixing tons of plumbing problems, and training for the kids coming manana. Today we did church in the morning and ate at a fun bakery this afternoon. It looks like we got all the projects finished in time for camp, so it will be fun to watch things run tomorrow. The generator we purchased last year is wonderful. Nothing like having electricity and running water when you need it. The interweb has been sketchy here, so I’ve not been able to post much. Hopefully this will upload.

The pic is of Caleb and his friend Kyle hugging a toilet. OR repairing it.

Will try to post again in a couple days.


What Are the Chances Pt.2

ImageSo, our plane was 90 minutes late leaving ABQ. That left us -30 minutes to make our connection in Dallas, as our layover was only an hour. But… God is good.

The flight in Dallas was about 2 hours late leaving, so no problem! That left us with 2 hours less to sleep in the airport in Florida, but there was no sleeping anyway. They were doing construction inside the airport at night. So, we are now sipping coffee waiting for our 6am flight to PaP. That’s 4am ABQ time.

We ran into another missions team from ABQ going to Haiti – so have been able to make some new friends and pal with another group. They also have a lucky 13 people going. Hey, the disciples and Jesus.. 13.

And, all our baggage made it on the plane. We had to shuttle some stuff from bags a pound or two over the limit to those a pound or two under, but we made it with 1360lbs of supplies for Sweet!

Time to board and try to sleep with my knees above my ears. The pics are from last year. I forgot my phone cord – just bought a new one wi

What Are the Chances?

What are the chances of this…


We have 13 people going to Haiti, giving us 1160 lbs of luggage with all bags at 50lbs but 3 food bags at 70lbs. LOTS of stuff came in just yesterday, tons of food donated, Amazon deliveries just this week. Today we finished packing the last bag. It was just 10lb under, and then we remembered a package at home we forgot. 1160 lbs of donations down to the ounce.

What are the chances of that?

God is good. All the time. And He knows of each gift before we give it.

Follow for Haitian Connection


Haiti Mission Trip 2014: This year we hope to put in 1 sink, 2 breaker switches, capture 5 Haitian zombies, teach 400 campers, and avoid 17 trillion Chikungunya virus caring mosquitoes. We have debt. They have bugs.

And zombies. The picture is Zonbi by Haitian artist Wilson Bigaud, 1939. Read older blogs for more zombie stuff. Meanwhile. . .

Lord willing we leave Wednesday noon for somewhere FL, then catch a nap in the airport, then first flight out Thursday we head to Port-au-Prince, rested and ready to go. Right.

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