Some things to consider:

* Do roosters ever grow out of puberty stage?

I have yet to hear a rooster crow without its voice cracking at minimum twice during a 'cockadoodooldooooooooo.' I know this, I hear them consistently throughout the day, especially between the hours of 3-6 AM!

* Imagine going to market with the anticipation of buying specific items, looking not only at the large outdoor market where you would most likely expect to find the desired item(s), but going from little shack shops to street vendors to independent sellers looking for something as basic as a head of cabbage, or bananas, or a deck of playing cards, or even peanut butter!! These are four items that I have spent up to five hours on a given day, searching for. Three times I have walked home empty handed. Things are a bit scarce, though there seems to be huge plethora of specific things such as rock salt, plantain, and macaroni noodles. You learn how to make do with what you can find. Life is simple here in Haiti, basic. You take what you can get and you find the joy in it while counting your blessings.

* Imagine being a man of fifty-five years old with a family of six, having a college education and being unable to find work. The only possible job is to work for yourself, wheeling a wheel-barrow piled high with items such as rice, Haitian grapefruits, (macaroni noodles of course!) oil, and any other item a person may purchase for their home, from the market to the purchasers home. Now, imagine this: It is 95 degrees outside, your wheel-barrow has a dented tire rim and a tire that slowly leaks. Your destination is 4.5 miles away up and down multiple rocky hills. The 'roads,' to the homes are much more like unkept trails up a dry rocky mountain passes; nothing to be considered a delightful walk upon, let a lone wheeling a 100 pound load of grains and such, up and down. Now, imagine doing this for a mere pay of 3 American dollars. This is how you support your family, as an educated man, in a country that is desperate for order.

One of the boys in the Trinity Home is a son of the man described above. This man, Jack-Pierre wheeled, one of three carts we had to hire out in order to get all of the materials/food we had to purchase for the home for the following 5 days. What a humbling experience to observe. This man, as I saw most do, walked this grueling journey barefoot.

*Imagine being 24 years old, having received education up until the 9th grade, desiring to be, and being fully capable of being fully educated through college, but having no funds to pay for tuition to buy a uniform, or the annual tuition is costs to attend public school in Haiti. This is the case of the man that lives across the street from me.

*Imagine being nine years old, drug into prison in Port Au Prince Haiti with your mother because of your activity in the gang that mammas boyfriend introduced you to. Then...having the police release mom, but not you, because you contain vital information and shared this info. with the police regarding activities of the gang. If you were to be released you would probably be killed, as gang members know you have shared info. Then, once the opportunity to leave prison, and enter into Trinity House becomes a possibility, the request is to never tell momma where you are. Mom does not know. If she did, she would probably kill him.

These are the realities of country in turmoil, a world in chaos.

The good news is that we have a hope. That hope is Jesus, and the boys in this home believe this. I have the opportunity to share this hope and encourage them with His love. What an honor.