Spring 2010 - La Puente Home
Spring 2010 - La Puente Home
Spring 2010 - La Puente Home
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Haiti Parallels<br />
<strong>La</strong>nce Cheslock, <strong>La</strong> <strong>Puente</strong> Director<br />
From 1986 to 1989, just prior to working<br />
with <strong>La</strong> <strong>Puente</strong>, I lived in rural Haiti and was<br />
the volunteer director of Habitat for Humanity’s<br />
second overseas project. It was my first<br />
intensive experience with rural poverty and<br />
homelessness. Habitat was doing groundbreaking<br />
work in the area of affordable housing,<br />
and the project was ripe with challenges<br />
and opportunity. Those years had a profound<br />
impact on me.<br />
In the light of Haiti’s recent earthquake<br />
tragedy that killed and displaced thousands of<br />
people, I wanted to share a story of a Haitian<br />
friend who inspired me with his life-lived values. I found these stories<br />
from letters written home, and I’ve left intact the perspective of my 26year<br />
old spirit that struggled to understand the world around me.<br />
Pastor Boukan Tilus was the tireless president of the regional Habitat<br />
board in the community of Dumay, serving 6 rural villages located about<br />
50 miles southeast of Port-au-Prince. During my three years in Dumay,<br />
Boukan mentored me in the values and challenges of faith and social justice,<br />
an experience that inspired and changed me.<br />
Boukan lived in a small 4 room house provided by the mission for<br />
whom he works. The home is constructed of concrete blocks, a simple<br />
tin roof and no running water or electricity. Boukan is married with 5<br />
children, yet each time I visited him, I noticed a lot of other folks coming<br />
and going from his house. One afternoon I asked Boukan just how many<br />
people ate and slept there. He paused, looking upward as he thought,<br />
and then exclaimed, “Sixteen!… no Seventeen!” Boukan then went on<br />
to tell me about each of them. He had adopted numerous orphans, as<br />
well as children whose parents simply could not care for them, he housed<br />
several people off of the street, as well as folks who came to seek refuge<br />
from political persecution in a northern province. He sheltered a newly<br />
married couple, Daniel and his Madeline, and their one-year old baby.<br />
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