Today, worth a million

Today was a clinic day, but I was asked to go into a village and help out with public health. I asked Mary Anne, one of the new volunteers, to go with me. I worked in clinic the whole morning and then did public health this afternoon.

This morning was wonderful! I keep telling Dr. Dunn, "you just can't journal this." How do I express to you the line of people coming forward each day to accept Christ during the devotional. It is daily! They see the fruits of their labor here. Today Dr. Dunn had a special patient who just did not seem right. He was being treated for malaria, but I could tell something further was wrong with his spirit by the way he looked at me and at his surroundings. Just then, he started shaking some. It was not a seizure. My first thought was he might be on street drugs. Do they have those here? Yes. There is marijuana and another plant they smoke that can drive a person to psychosis. Well, after Dr. Dunn finished, I said I think we need to go to the chaplain, something is not right with this man's spirit. So, Mary Anne and I went with him there. That was great, because I saw first hand how they counsel them. We found out the man is on several drugs and drinks a lot. The chaplain, in a non-condemning voice, asked the man if he wanted to change his heart today and stop putting those things in it, since we are supposed to save our hearts for the Lord's temple. He said, maybe God had you come from miles away just so you can have the chance today to turn around without condemnation. Just start over, forgetting the past but being able to use it to help others turn around one day. The man said he understood and was willing. I pray for this man and for his life to change.

Today in clinic, I saw Joyce's son wearing a t-shirt saying "I hope you are doing what makes you happy." T-shirts here speak strong messages. Too much. It spoke to me in a good way showing how we all were there working hard and being made joyful every step of the way. Let me tell you about one person who exemplifies this t-shirt. His name is Cheney. He used to be a member of the tuberculosis colony, but he just kept hanging around, so they eventually put him to work here and he has sort of adopted the grounds. He does odds and ends with the land. He always hangs out around our house here. Every time I see him, you say hello to him and he says, "I'm fine" with the largest smile you can imagine. He will then say something about how he loves the Father and Jesus and says "hallelujah, amen." One day, he was working outside, and instead of whistling while you work, he was singing. The song was in English but with his accent I could pick up, "hallelujah, Jesus." Today, Cedrick and I were talking about him, and Cedrick goes, it's like he's drunk but not on wine. That's something to think about and be like.