Friday, March 13, 2009

Dominican Republic Experience by Ken Messer






In late January through the first week in February, Ken Messer joined an Episcopal medical team led by Father Larry Snyder in the Dominican Republic.


Ken says: Just a short note to say that the mission experience humbles one and it does not make one feel lucky as much as it makes one feel blessed. One forgets about all the privileges that we take for granted. At some point in one's life, a transition should be made to thank God for all the problems they are experiencing and to thank God for all the problems that they are not experiencing.




Although the numbers of care providers could always be larger, it was gratifying to see all the people from different corners of the United States that were offering their services for the benefit of others. God works in mysterious ways.



The work conditions were limited; generally to electricity, no running water, tables and chairs pushed around to channel the flow of people. The afternnons were busier than the mornings. At lunchtime, some of the workers would walk through the villages, and the grapevine had an impact for the afternoons. There is so much need for everything. Basic survival rather than luxury living.



It felt like a time warp for me when I was in the Dominican Republic. I did not read a newspaper, or read a book, or watch television. I mostly absorbed the sights and sounds and smells in a limited way, a small part of the culture. I am amazed how many beautiful people God has created.


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Anonymous Anonymous said...

In 93 I was so impressed by the spirit of the people who lost a village to a hurricane and squatted on a hillside, building houses out of whatever came to hand and buying a few concrete blocks at a time as they could afford them. Young men on motor scooters waited at the edge of the city to get passengers who were at the end of the 6 cent cab ride, and for 3 cents take them on home.
The Dominican army seemed to be an employment project for teenagers.
We worshipped in what we would call car port - no car, of course, with a table brought out from the house and chairs carried in by the congregation from home. The priest used bicycle to get around. The hospitality was wonderful.

Esther Walter

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