I just returned from Haiti where I visited with a friend of mine. He owns a cargo ship, and he wanted me to drive for him around the countryside. His very large cargo ship is sitting on the bay in the city of Miragoane loaded with autos awaiting payment of freight from his customers.
We stayed in a hotel in Port Au Prince, a very busy city with loads of traffic, and with no street lights nor signs to follow. I speak French to the best of my ability, which is limited, but doable. I enjoyed asking for directions from everyone, including policemen. Haitians are very friendly and quite hospitable. I liked that part very much!
After seven days in Haiti, we started our journey back to the airport. My friend wanted to visit the office of a tugboat owner, who happens to have his office right on the fringe of downtown, and across from the old U.S. Embassy building. I got totally lost trying to get there, and found myself and my friend stuck in the marketplace. Just imagine thousands of people with their wares and foodstuffs laid out on the streets while you are trying to get out safely.
The marketplace is every single inch of downtown Port Au Prince, right to the middle of the streets. People place their entire sales possessions on the sidewalks and parts of the street. In other areas, you simply can't drive at all through the streets.
I got in by accident into the most congested area of the marketplace, and I was totally unable to move. This occurred at 11:00 am on Wednesday, Dec. 9th. I had no chance of continuing with my rental car, so I simply said a silent prayer for help straight to God. Within an instant, an employee who was directing a truck which I had followed right into the mess looked at me and pointed toward my exit route.
I called to him and asked him in broken French to help me to get out with my car. He smiled and told me to follow him. He then appeared to be "parting the waters" by walking in front of my car, and I just went forward careful not to hit a person or their stands which were laid out on the pavement. From a congestion of thousands of people on a busy market day, this gentleman led us right on to the main avenue.
It took me less than a few seconds to pray for help. It took 20 minutes to get us out of the mess that we were in. We got to the airport in time to catch our flight, and get back to Florida.
Does prayer truly work? I have no doubt that it does; otherwise, I could have never gotten out of the jam that I was in, and make it to the airport in time. Neither could I have figured out the direction to take toward the main avenue without some form of guidance. I was totally lost in the middle of the mass of people. Within seconds of my praying for help, a human being appeared to guide me, and successfully get us out.
Learn to pray for all of your needs, and wait for miracles to happen in your life. You will never regret it!
God bless,
Tony McCleary
tonymcclr@gmail.com
http://www.prayer-be-strong.blogspot.com/
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