Today went much as planned. A whole lot of discussion left over from the previous night. I can not say for sure if any of this truly reaches home. I guess time will tell. The most difficult part of mission work in a place like Haiti is the cultural part of it. “Thats Haiti” is not acceptable to me. Christians are new creatures and should be able to be the example to the cultural tendencies. Although we here in America are bad examples of this ourselves. Thank God for His grace and mercy. I was beginning to feel like an old record where the needle hits a scratch and your stuck on the same half word until you get up and move the needle over so you can carry on with the song. It was time for a break so we took a taptap ten miles or so down the beach to see if we could find my new surf bros. We sat at the spot and waited. Before long they were coming out of the coconut grove with boards in hand. This experience for me has been a long time coming. Going on my eighth year and here it is, a secret answered prayer. We spent the late afternoon with the boys in the water and what a revival to my soul this was. I can only hope and pray that this is the first of many times that God will allow me to share His love on a common ground in a very strange country. Even Harry got in the water but he would not let me take a picture, not sure why, I guess “that’s Haiti”. When we got back to the guest house I was like a kid on Christmas morning. Funny how God works. I’m glad He works this way. We had supper and I went to bed early. I did not want anything to have an opportunity to mess this day up. It was a great day and tomorrow I have to leave again for the rat race of the city. Praise God from whom all blessings flow.