Bill used Google Earth to locate the roofs of a village lost in the mountains far above Les Cayes. He made the ascent there this week - the first "outsider" to ever do it. This is his account of that journey:
Where the road ends, the adventure begins. Can't quite tell you all the story. But I will tell what I can and leave the rest for other ears.
It was a Friday afternoon; we left on a journey. I knew not where it would end. I had a general idea of where I was headed but God must surely direct our steps.
We sailed across the channel some 11 miles or so, in a 22 foot Haitian keel boat to a bay on the mainland called Grande Baie Du Mesle. I met Sonel there and we set out together. Hoping to get an early start, we decided to find a place to sleep on the way. But no. No hotel. No motel. No other convenience along the way. We're not in America anymore, Toto.
We continued winding through a valley strewn with coconut trees and people, living mostly in shacks, with n...
I will never forget sitting in that little church in the ugly, grey, communism scarred city of Fiteste, Romania. I was still in my early twenties, still single, and still struggling with the question that every good Christian asks, “What does God want me to do with my life?” My most recent endeavor at the time — writing a book — I had abandoned, because I felt it just wasn’t good enough. So many people had written the same kinds of things before, and done them so infinitely better than I ever could. My work would never amount to what theirs did, it would never have the same global impact. Who was I to even attempt to walk in their footsteps? With this crippling rationale running around in my head, I had given it up, and was still wondering through my life without any clear direction or purpose, hoping and praying that God would open the right door in front of me — or at least point me down the right road.
I never could remember what that preacher was getting at,...