Supermarket Escapade

Today after school Amber, Josiah, Nathaniel, and I went to Eagle. I was very proud of myself for only going to the grocery store once this week. I went in to buy my weekly supply of Special K Cereal and Coca Cola Light. I might go poor buying these things every week but it is completely worth the $14.00 that it brings me in happiness. 

Amber and I had checked out and were waiting on the boys when all of a sudden a fight broke out. These two men dressed in business attire started hitting, punching, and kicking each other. Before we knew it the security men swarm in from outside with their guns. All the Haitians that were around started screaming, "kill him. kill him. kill him." After a few minutes things settled down and the men were escorted to the front of the store to sort things out. Apparently the fight was over a man trying to steal a bottle of mouthwash. Someone must have told him he really had bad breath ;) 

I have started to realize that Haitian culture is a culture of extremes. Extreme differences in the wealthy class and poor class. Extreme differences in the way people treat you. A perfect example of this extremity is found with the Creole language. You either hate someone (rayi) or love them (renmen). There is no word for liking someone. 

As I was walking back down the street from the supermarket, I started to think about the extremes in my own heart when it comes to my faith.  I can be all about God one moment and the next moment forget everything. 

I am reminded that my relationship with God is not based on my feelings. It is not about what I do and how I feel, rather it is completely about what Jesus did on the cross for me. I am challenged to live each day for Christ allowing Him alone to direct my paths.