2nd in a series.
Brenda and Warren (In Memoriam) Taylor
I had just awakened from an in-flight nap. I had been slumbering in a window seat and my first conscious view was a spectacular Caribbean coastline sloping gently upward to a moderate mountain range. The expansive Caribbean Sea had a million ripples shimmering like a piece of turquoise jewelry sparkling under a hot tropical sun. I thought to myself we should be landing in Cancun shortly. What the….? Wait? Had I boarded onto the plane departing from the gate next to ours this morning? Then the plane began its decent. Suddenly I was brought back to full cognizance. I saw from above a sea of sheet metal lean-to shacks and trash lined streets. We were about to land in Port au Prince, Haiti. This scene of abject poverty and third world squalor is a far cry from a resort vacation destination.
What a joy it was when we stepped foot on Haitian soil. Our ground support team of local men greeted us with grateful recognition and when my eyes met our three-hundred-pound teddy bear security guard named Eric, it was as if no time had passed since we were here one year ago. It was apparent once again, no trouble or hardship nor danger or protest could separate us from the Love of Christ that binds this team to these our Haitian stewards. A man, Warren Taylor, whose favorite scripture guides this reflection, left us this past year. Through our shared faith, I am assured he is now face to face with that Love and Peace that surpasses our worldly understanding.
On many levels these Haitian in our clinics today face death all day long. In fact, today Patti and our medical team encountered an elderly lady who, from all of their discovery, was in a terminal condition which had gone untreated. The odds are she has a tumor in her abdomen which because of fluid build up appears as though she might be pregnant. She like all of her people are more than conquerors. In all the manifestations of God’s Love I have witnessed here, non was more than the witness of Patti, Dr. Jacobs and translator Jonathan laying hands on and praying over this woman child of God today.
What a joy it was when we stepped foot on Haitian soil. Our ground support team of local men greeted us with grateful recognition and when my eyes met our three-hundred-pound teddy bear security guard named Eric, it was as if no time had passed since we were here one year ago. It was apparent once again, no trouble or hardship nor danger or protest could separate us from the Love of Christ that binds this team to these our Haitian stewards. A man, Warren Taylor, whose favorite scripture guides this reflection, left us this past year. Through our shared faith, I am assured he is now face to face with that Love and Peace that surpasses our worldly understanding.
On many levels these Haitian in our clinics today face death all day long. In fact, today Patti and our medical team encountered an elderly lady who, from all of their discovery, was in a terminal condition which had gone untreated. The odds are she has a tumor in her abdomen which because of fluid build up appears as though she might be pregnant. She like all of her people are more than conquerors. In all the manifestations of God’s Love I have witnessed here, non was more than the witness of Patti, Dr. Jacobs and translator Jonathan laying hands on and praying over this woman child of God today.
Abba, may we always be mindful that there is nothing that can separate us from the eternal love that manifested in the glorious Love of your precious Son.
Amen Brother Warren
Bradford Bosworth
September, 2018
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