We were about to hand out the shirts when we realized we wanted to confirm with the Morquettes’ that they were appropriate to give to the children. We were a little worried after receiving a comment saying the shirts were “carnival” which is like mardi gras and can sometimes be seen negatively in the Christian community. But we doubled and tripled checked and we got the okay.
Valerie Morquette modeling a t-shirt made by the kids
After they received their shirts some of the kids preformed a short play they had learned with Stephanie. And while the play was going on is started to slowly rain. In America it is usually a beautiful day when the sky is clear and the sun is out. But in Haiti there has been a drought and the short rain we experienced we perfect. It felt like God was so happy to see his children together preforming.
Friday at King’s orphanage was more a day of celebration than of ruefulness that it was our last day there. We celebrated our time and work at King’s orphanage and hospital brought on by the grace of God. There was no lesson planned for the day, other than a short story from the children’s edition of the Bible. The day was primarily used to spend time with the children and to finish up some work at the hospital, with the exception of Mark beginning work on the shelves for the pharmacy. Because there was so little time to build the ten-unit shelf, it was decided that a model shelf was to be built along with the older boys at the orphanage, who would later complete the nine other shelves. It was also a bit hectic in the morning because the t-shirts the children had made the day before had to be ironed so that the colors would be set. However, there was no power in the apartment for a while, but fortunately Carrie, Kate, and I were all able to get them ironed shortly after power returned.
After lunch, some of the children performed a short play organized by Stephanie and Carrie about the Good Samaritan, while wearing the t-shirts they had made. Both the performers and the audience loved it. In the afternoon, we hosted a pizza party for the children complete with Coke and Fruit Champagne. Mark had planned for Grace and me, who were chosen to get the pizza, soda, plates, napkins, and cups, to spend only an hour. However, he forgot to incorporate the “Haitian time” factor, which turned our one-hour trip to three hours. We ended up going to three different places to get the supplies, stopping at the house three times for various reasons, and stopping at two local stores for unknown reasons. But nevertheless, the pizza party turned out to be a success.