The Long Way Home
Recent PostsPastor Kevin, A Jay and I (Tammy) were going to head back to the mission from the orphanage before the rest of the group so that Pastor could start editing the video footage. Pastor Lex drove us to the tap-tap depot in Leogane to meet Edmonde who was supposed to bring us to Grand Goave in the bus and then come back for the rest of the group. However when we got there, Edmonde was still in Ti Goave. We were going to go on a regular tap tap but Pastor Lex decided that Pastor Kevin could just drive the box truck Grand Goave and have someone at the mission and drive it back.
So we started off, PKG (Pastor Kevin) and I in the front seat and A Jay in the back. We came into the down town area in Leogane and inquired at the gas station for diesel for the truck but they were out. (We were almost on empty.) So we prayed that we'd find some gas or make it on what we had and headed out again.
As we came through the area where all of the businesses and markets are there were policemen in the road stopping vehicles as they passed. They waved us to stop and asked Kevin for his drivers license or passport at which point he realized he didn't had it. He tried to explain that he hadn't planned to be driving, that it was an emergency situation and he left his license at the mission in Grand Goave. We found that I had my license and asked if I could drive but after much debate they said since he was already driving without a license that he had broken the law and we needed to turn around and follow him to the police station. So Kev turned the truck around and started following the policemen on the motorcycle.
By this time we were getting a little worried because we had no cell phone, A Jay was the only Kreole speaking person with us and he couldn’t remember his mom or dad’s phone numbers. PKG told A Jay to be brave and sit up front between us and look out the window for anyone he knew. A minute or two later he spotted Richard, who had been at the mission the day before to fix the 4 wheeler, (before he got frustrated and left in a huff.) Pastor called to him and he turned around and pulled up next to us on his 4-wheeler. Pastor quickly explained with A Jay’s help, that we were in trouble and asked for him to come with us to the Police Station. He said “No problem” and that he knew the Police. When we got to the police station Richard was already talking to the chief.
They made A Jay and I get out as well, so I told A Jay, "Don't be afraid, just pray!" At that point one of the officers recognized A Jay as being Pastor Lex's son but they still wouldn't let us go. After more debate and explanation in broken English/Kreole the officer told Kevin that he had broken the law and he couldn't drive. Kevin said he knew he broke the law and he was sorry. He asked what he had to do, pay a fine? The officer said no, he was supposed to go to jail and wait for his trial! Now, we were really getting concerned. Richard talked to them some more and they came back and said that we could go but I had to drive the truck!
So, I climbed in the driver's seat and pulled it way up. The box truck is wider in the back than in the front and the side mirrors are weird so it was interesting. This is the busiest part of the town with people, bikes, motorcycles, carts and speed-bumps in the road and deep ditches on either side. We decided to go back to the tap-tap depot but we missed the turn and ended up just going back to the orphanage, which wasn't too far. I drove very slowly with the police watching us go, trying to avoid oncoming traffic and Pastor saying,"Stay in the middle. Don't drive into the ditch!"
When we turned off the main road, I pulled over and heaved a sigh of thanks and relief. Pastor drove the rest of the way. You should have seen Pastor Lex’s face when we pulled into the gate at the orphanage. I never thought I would be happy to be back there! We told our story and the MOH youth group all had a good laugh. The girls were all proud of my driving the big truck and gave me high-5’s. Pastor Kevin told Pastor Lex under no uncertain terms that he was buying a cell phone when we got back to the mission! The funny thing is, pastor always has his license with him, this was the first time he had forgotten it in the rush to leave.
Anyway, once again God's grace and mercy comes through and we are spared from disaster. I wonder what a Haitian jail is like... but I'm glad I don't know from experience!