At 5 am the city of Jacmel is alive. Through the open window I hear roosters crowing and mopeds buzzing up and down the street beeping at one another.

The young men of Jacmel rent these mopeds for $40 per day and use them as taxis. They charge their passengers $1 per ride. Some days they make a little profit, and some days they fall short, but as out host Nixon (a Haitian himself) told me last night, the important thing is that they keep busy in a productive way, keeping them out of trouble.

But at 5 am, even though I went to bed at 9 last night (8 back home in CO), my body is not ready to be awake. I haven't yet made up for the serious sleep defecit of the night before. While the Lord definitely graced us with all we needed for a full day after only 2 hours of sleep, we needed every bit of rest we could find. So at 5 am, I rearrange myself under the mosquito netting, manage to tune out the noises and sleep for another hour.

But by 6 am, my mind and body are ready to go. I am excited for what this day holds. Just in one day, I have begun to share Danny Pye's vision for sharing God's love in this city. And I have fallen in love with this people - a beautiful people who live day-to-day, not thinking of what may come tomorrow. A people full of music and the rhythms of life. A people who need so much to find security and hope in the Lord. A people who are like sheep without a shepherd. As Jesus said, pray to the Lord of the harvest to send out workers into His field.