Our Blog has changed... please visit us at www.alanandjackie.blogspot.com: September 2007

"The LORD your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing." Zephaniah 3:17

He will quiet you with his love... He will take great delight in you... He will rejoice over you with singing... The LORD will rejoice over you with singing...

What strikes me is what it follows: The LORD your God is with you, he is mighty to save...

I want to tell you a story of a woman with incredible strength. Her name is Patricia. For 11 years Patricia has been married to Puro. They have three kids: Patrick who is 8, Brian who is 6, and Ashley who I believe is 4 years old.

For 6 years Puro has been sick with Diabetes. I met Patricia when I first arrived to the Dominican Republic. She helps our ladies who cook in the kitchen prepare the meals for the teams. Patricia also does other odds and ends jobs to make ends meet as well.

Upon hearing of Puro's illness, I went to visit and meet the family. Carmen, Patricia's mom, also works with the ministry and lives in the house in front of Patricia, and helps take care of the three kids.

As I walked to their house, with the ladies from the kitchen (las chicas de la cocina, as we call them!), they pointed to a man sitting on the street corner- a frail looking man, hunched over on crutches, his pale skin hung from his body, pain and humility in his eyes... this was Puro. This was his "corner". he spent most of his days sitting on this corner. As I walked down the alley to Patricia and Carmen's houses, we were greeted by the kids- Patrick, sweet and humble, then Brian and Ashley- both shy and quiet. We sat talking, and Puro, very slowly, walked with the help of his crutches to where we sat: we prayed for him, and I was on my way.

That began a series of visits to Patricia's house, but with the busyness of teams I was not able to visit as much as I would have liked to. As the months of the summer progressed, I noticed Patricia worked less and less in the kitchen, and then not at all. I asked Carmen where she had been after not seeing her in a few weeks, and I was told Puro's condition had worsened. Patricia was now spending most of her time taking care of her sick husband and kids.

The ladies in the kitchen told me Puro was going to die... they had been saying this all summer... I started getting pedicures from Patricia every two weeks as a way to support her a little bit- 150 pesos, the equivalent of about $6. Patrick became my buddy, but Ashley and Brian remained shy.

The second week of September I learned that Puro had been hospitalized. I saw very little of Patricia or Carmen. Carmen was busy taking care of the kids, while everyday Patricia would go to the hospital to visit Puro. Visiting hours are Mon- Fri., 1pm-5pm and Sunday from 8am-8pm. I arranged to go with Patricia to the public hospital to see Puro. It was explained to me that Puro was hospitalized because his blood sugar levels had spiked to about 400! Normal range was 90-120. He was not aloud to eat anything. He had an IV in him and that was all.

No machines in his room

no TV

no bed that adjusted

no food

no water

no sheets

no curtain to give you privacy

no flowers

Everything must be purchased by the sick. Patricia brought in a backpack, and inside were clean sheets, a clean shirt, and drinking water. She then went downstairs to the "pharmacy," where she had to purchase blood glucose strips for monitoring his levels, and diapers.

When we returned to the room, Puro's sister had arrived as well. It was time for his shower. When Patricia lifted him out of his bed, I was not prepared for what I saw. They lifted him out of a pool of blood and urine. I almost lost my cool, but knew I could not because I was there to support and encourage them. We represent hope and life in Christ. Soon after it was 5pm and visiting hours were over. We prayed for Puro and the others hospitalized in the room as well.

I left the hospital that day a changed person.

The following day we sent our G.O. Ministries doctor to the hospital to find out what was going on. He had a severe case of diabetes and he developed another strain due to the first. He was anemic, which was causing abnormal swelling in his feet, amidts a host of other problems. The good news was his blood sugar levels were dropping, which meant once they were under control then he could go home and we could get him proper medical attention.

Two days later, Puro was released from the hospital. A blood vessel in his brain burst and he was in a semi coma. As I walked down the street I knew so well, I was not prepared for what I was about to see. Puro was laying in a bed, cold compresses draped on his body. The occasional moan. As I sat at their house for 5 hours, many people came in and out, family, people from church, friends. They would walk in the house, kneel by Puro's side and pray, sing songs, comfort Patricia, who at one point crawled in a ball with her head on my lap. I was unsure of what I was to do, but I knew just being there was enough. That day was hard. Watching Puro suffer. Watching Patricia suffer. The kids would sporadically break into tears.

The following day I visited Patricia. I looked in on Puro's lifeless body. Patricia sat outside their house. No smile. No tears. Nothing. I stayed for 1 hour and then returned to my house to finish some work. 45 minutes had passed and I heard the familiar sound of my gate clicking, which meant someone was outside. It was David, the son of one of our cooks. He looked at me and in a quiet voice he said "el, se murio"... Puro was dead.

The funeral was held in the evening of the following day... Tuesday September 25. What followed can only be God's grace and power. I visited the family on Wednesday, and for the first time I saw Ashley, their daughter, playing, laughing, and dancing. For an hour, Patricia, Carmen, Patrick, Brian, Ashley, and myself sat on the floor in Carmen's kitchen, singing and playing games. The cloud had been lifted. The despair of the sickness that had held Puro captive for six years had been freed.

There are hard times to come for this family, raising children with no father. Will Ashley remember her father lying in bed, moaning and crying out? How will Patrick handle his new role as the man of the house? He is only 8. And Brian, he is oblivious to what has happened. Brian and Ashley ask for their papa everyday. They know he went to sleep and did not wake up and is now in heaven with God... but do they understand?

"The LORD your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing." Zephaniah 3:17

Please pray for Patricia, Carmen, Patrick, Brian, Ashley, and Puro's family.

The day following their father's death, was their first day at the G.O. Ministries school. The first day of the rest of their lives. Please pray that the LORD would be magnified in their lives. Pray for healing, grace, and comfort.

I want to say thank you to each and everyone of you who pray for the ministry here, pray for me, pray for the Dominicans and Haitians we work with. Thank you to each one of you who sacrifice financially so that I can answer God's call to work here on this Island. Thank you to each one of you who have taken time away from your families, friends, jobs to come here and empower those we work with, and encourage our brothers and sisters with your work here. Once you have been here- it is easy to see why the LORD has captured my heart for these people... His people. Everyday I am ministered to by the strength of those around me.

The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me,

because the LORD has annointed me

to preach good news to the poor.

He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,

to proclaim freedom for the captives

and release from darkness for the prisoners,

to proclaim the year of the LORD's favor

and the day of vengeance of our God,

to comfort all who mourn,

and provide those who grieve in Zion-

to bestow on them a crown of beauty

instead of ashes