What a great Sunday

Started off with some freshly made pastries from next door...thin flaky dough (kind of like that greek stuff...filo?) with crushed up meat, onions, peppers in the middle...dang good.

Then I went to church at Pastor Gonada's.  Still don't understand a word, but it gives me a chance to pray on my own.

After church, we bought bread and took it to Jubilee for lunch for the feeding program...had to have two passengers on my dirt bike and Amos took one passenger and two huge bags of bread.  I only have one set of passenger foot pegs, so they had to share!

After that, I hopped on the dirt bike and met the rest of the crew out at a neat spot on the river that we found Saturday morning.  Up in the mountains a little bit.  We played in the river for a few hours...moving rocks, making dams, ponds, seats, whatever!

Then I got to do something really fun!  A couple of days ago, a Haitian guy, probably around 20 years old stopped me at our gate to talk to me.  He introduced himself as Whitney and he spoke pretty good English.  He told me about a club for people that want to become translators and he wanted me to come to be a part of it...the club's acronym was SCOFT, Shiny's Club OF Translators!  At 4:00 he was at our gate to pick up Chris and have me follow him to the club meeting.

Not too far from where I am staying, up on the second floor, there is a little classroom and it had about 20 guys in it.  Chalkboard up front and a desk with the sound system on it.  (Car battery, car stereo, home stereo speaker)  The DJ had some beats going as people filtered in.  Probably about 25 people when the club came to order.

They started with a prayer, then they wanted a joke.  No one was jumping out of their seats, so I got up and told the joke about Sunny drinking the gas out of a bowl while I was fixing my lawn mower.  When I got to the part that she had just fell over, I was looking at entire room of Haitians in stunned disbelief...I was supposed to tell a funny joke and it appears that my dog had just died!  After waiting a few seconds, I told them that she was fine, she just ran out of gas...the room erupted in laughter!

Next was introductions of the new members, there were about 6 of those.  After the introductions, there was a phrase written on the board that was to be discussed.  "He who would climb a ladder must begin at the bottom"  was the phrase for this class.  Club members came up voluntarily to the front of class and spoke about what they thought the phrase meant.  Everything was done in English.

At the end of the class, they asked everyone to bring a friend to the next meeting and closed with a prayer.  An amazing group of guys working together to gain knowledge.  So, I need more jokes!  If you can remember a joke that I told you (clean) please email me a bit about it to remind me...I intend on making this club meeting a regular part of my schedule.

Scott