Really, this is true for every trip. There are still kids at church wearing their camp bracelets, and they slip easily into patterns that we set over a week up in the mountains. (Which means that the two finger whistle the boys' counselor taught them still shrieks across the fellowship hall when they are feeling particularly mischievous. Thank you, again.)
At cluster I hear, "At bridgetown they said..." inserted into our conversations as we talk about prayer and passion and priorities.
And, every time I turn around, we are talking about Haiti. Every week or so someone will post something to Facebook. Everyday conversations still contain quiet references. If their eyes light up with a quiet, knowing, joy; there is a decent chance that it has some connection to Haiti.
At times we are talking about the house where we painted walls - the house that lost its roof to Hurricane Isaac - or the kids, the travel, the difference from last year, the churches, random things that happened on the team. Often, we are talking about Village Cannis - where we spent a single morning that they might just remember for the rest of their lives.
That village that broke their hearts is, almost two months later, still a passion that drives them forwards.
Together with their youth pastor, they have decided that this is the year to raise money for two wells. The first well will go here, to a village on the edge of a saltwater lake, set against an absolutely majestic shoreline - that provides absolutely no potable water. It will cost $4,000.
They have already raised 34% of the costs for that first well, and there are some truly crazy plans in the works to raise the rest. They may be home (until next summer), but they have made sure that this trip is far from over.
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