Hi all, got back from Jamaica Saturday evening. Suzanne, thank you for your prayers, I appreciated the support. It was the hardest trip, more than the 1st 2. I worked at the Infirmary all week, except one medical clinic for 1/2 a day then back to the Infirmary. I needed the break. I thought the Infirmary was getting better care with some help from ACE but it looks like basically, they work when you are in sight, but once your gone everything goes back to "normal". My first day, they must have forgot I was coming, or maybe didn't expect me to come in the morning, because I walked into the women's ward, and was horrified at what I saw. They started scrambling to work. It isn't the ancient building, and dirty surroundings. All of Jamaica is like that, and they all live like that for the most part. I know that culturally they wouldn't think anything of thier surroundings at the Infirmary. It is the neglect of people. Lying in thier own waste for days......exposed for everyone to see. Bed sores and sores all over skin from being filthy. An elderly gentleman pulled me aside and talked and talked. I caught about every 3rd word and finally put together what he was telling me. He said when he was young, he had a home and family. He lived like a decent human being. He had been in the Infirmary for 27 years, and wanted me to know that when we came, things were different. Better...but when we left, it was exactly as it always had been. I told him I understood and believed him, and that was why we came. We were trying to help the staff change things. I couldn't promise anything or even give him any real hope. You take resources up there, and I suspect they are stolen and sold. I would like to ask everyone to simply say a prayer for the Infirmary. For a true spiritual revival on that hill. Poverty culture is one of slavery. They aren't slaves anymore, but they continue to think and act like victims. Just like in Nehemiah's story. If spiritual restoration doesn't come, the resources will be wasted. All the comfort I could take from the situation is, that for the days I and my partner Audrey Guy went, they had water or juice to drink, loving interaction, backrubs, and footrubs, we fed some who would not have gotten fed because they can not feed themselves, comforted the dying in as much as possible. And I saw Jesus. I saw strong faith in the midst of such sorrow. I am the one to be pitied in that respect...in faith, they were much richer than I am, and I know that is because of their circumstance. They have nothing BUT Him. Lisa


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