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Topic: REFLECTION (10/10/19)
- TITLE: Mylande's Scars
By Joanney Uthe
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It seemed like a lifetime ago that she had been a mambo, a priestess in Vodou. At night, she would turn herself into a dog and taunt the men working in the sugar cane fields and factory. She never realized how dark her soul really was until that fateful night and the miraculous coincidences that followed.
Myrlande had gone to the fields to taunt the men, but this time they had a plan of their own. They seemed to know that she was not a real dog, and were prepared with boiling water, or maybe hot oil, she didnâ€™t know. They poured it on the dogâ€™s head - her head. It burned like nothing she had ever experienced before. Running away, she tried to hide before the pain forced her to turn back into her human self.
Her official story to medical personnel was that she burned herself on the cooking fire while preparing food for her children. Most Hatians would believe the true story, but many of the workers at the hospital may not. And if they did, they might refuse to treat her. And the Americans that visited her at the hospital definitely wouldnâ€™t believe the truth.
The Americans. Where would she be today if they had not visited? One of their group had gotten sick, but they choose to show love to the other patients. They didnâ€™t even seem to mind the bandages on her face. Nor did they flinch at the cooking fire story. And they shared their religion. As a mambo and the wife of a witchdoctor, Myrlande had no interest in what they had to say, yet something stirred in her as they talked. Could a god love her the way they said theirs did? Even with all that she had done to discredit Christianity and the few Christians she had known?
She pondered this off and on over the years that followed. She was never as successful in her practice of Vodou as before the incident at the sugar cane fields. The Americansâ€™ words kept coming back to her. As did memories of trying to stone the compound where they stayed on previous visits: mighty warrior beings guarding the roof preventing them from going near the building. All they could do was to chant and make noise. Many locals began to wonder if the Christian God was more powerful than the witchdoctors.
About this time last year she was leaving her hut to do laundry when she heard a voice call â€œHello the hut,â€ the typical greeting when a stranger visits. Quickly covering her scars, she walked to the cactus fence to see who it was. A young Hatian man and four or five Americans walked towards her. The one woman looked just like one of the Americans from the hospital. The young man interpreted for them as they shared the story of Jesus. A burning desire to know more grew within her. And then it happened. The woman she thought she recognized, recognized her! Could this be a coincidence? Or proof that their God was real? The more she listened, the more she wanted to know. That day, she surrendered her life to Jesus Christ, her Lord and Savior.
She called her husband to come out of the hut and hear what the Americans had to say. They repeated their story to him. As they finished explaining how we have all sinned and how God sent His Son for all of us, her husbandâ€™s answer shocked her even more than their acceptance of her. He said that about an hour before, he had a vision that these people were to visit and he was to listen to them and believe them. God had been working in her life, and He spoke to her husband to prepare him.
They both have grown so much in the last year. Life is full of light where it used to be full of darkness. She prayed that she could reflect the love of Christ to those whom she met, just like her American friends had done for her.
.**Based on a true story.
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