As two born, not of flesh, but of heart and soul… a day to remember…

We arrived in Port-Au-Prince on Monday afternoon; almost completely without incident. 

There were no mobs of people, we were able to get right through immigration and right through customs all by ourselves; and we only had to wait about 30 minutes for our ride; and it was a great sight to see our friends come pick us up!


Here is a road sign for the road the Crèche is on.


We spent the afternoon at the orphanage; and it was so amazing to see our children again!

Our daughter is getting so big; she is finally starting to look like a 5 year old (perhaps even a bit older) – our son has fallen in love with me; at one point, after playing and roughing around, and squirming and fidgeting, he just turned around and gave me this gigantic hug, and he just kept hugging me.

He has become so attached that when his biological mother Nathalie was holding him; he kept reaching for me; it was bitter sweet…

And it took Christella ALOT less time to warm up to us as well…



but I’m getting ahead of myself…


Last night we arrived from the Orphanage around 5:30 I crashed hard – I couldn’t stay awake; I couldn’t get up; I could barely even move… I have no idea what was wrong with me… but apparently I really needed sleep.

Around 5:30 this morning our son woke us up – he wanted his second bottle of the morning – his cry started very docile and weak; but rose to a wail that was both loud and soft at the same time; he settled down for  awhile, except; he was soon standing in his pack-n-play, he really wanted attention – he is so used to having 15 other babies to play with… did I mention he is both crawling and standing now… (Oh and eating everything he can get his hands on – I had to save this poor plant).



What we didn’t know was that morning at 5:30; his mother showed up at the Crèche just as she had promised she would; and she just sat there and waited until 1:00 o’clock when we were finally able to get back to the house…  but again, I’m getting ahead of myself.

We were supposed to be to the Embassy at 11:00 and were supposed to be picked up at 10:30; however, when I called Chris to ask how her hectic morning was going – she was in a big rush and said she’d have to get back to me; a child had taken ill and was unresponsive (the child turned out to be ok in the end; just had a very high temperature) – but that made the already hectic morning even more hectic.

So we arrive at the Embassy around 20 minutes late (no pictures; you can’t bring anything in with you but papers basically) – and the Embassy went amazingly smoothly.  We were able to file our i600 (this was the third attempt) – we were able to file both the i600 and our Adjudicate Orphan First advance processing.  This AOF paperwork will allow the Embassy to research the children’s eligibility for immigration long before the final court decree in Parquet – it will keep us from having to worry about adopting our children who then can’t legally im to the U.S. and will help speed up the process as well, because that research can be done while we’re doing a lot of the other court work; there are some potential pitfalls for this approach too – but I won’t go into them here… as I think we’re going to be all set.

So, that took us until almost 12:30; we had our Interview with the Embassy, paid our additional fees, signed papers, and we were back out the door. 

When we got to the Orphanage, we met Mamma David (Nathalie) and Christella’s Uncle Bernier (we talked a lot during the day; but it was always SO noisy) at the Orphanage.



Our lawyer did an amazing job in setting up an interview with the judge in just one afternoon; he had all the papers ready and waiting for us to sign them.  The ride was amazingly eye opening – like always, but I couldn’t take pictures, because I was busy holding on for dear life… I’ll try and get some pictures from the back of the box truck tomorrow…

After talking with the Judge we found there was a slight problem; the Judge was fairly new to his post; and he wasn’t sure if he could allow us to sign the papers – because we are under 35 and thus can’t legally adopt in Haiti – we know we need a presidential waiver to adopt; but he was thinking perhaps that he couldn’t allow us to sign with the parents until after the presidential waiver.  Our lawyer pulled out his law book and showed the judge that we could get a waiver after the signing, because we were more than 20 years older than our children we are adopting, and were married for over 10 years.  The judge graciously agreed to allow us to sign today; and he was going to research and have our lawyer provide evidences to confirm our ability to adopt tomorrow.

However, after we were all done; and we thought we were complete, and we were just waiting to sign documents; our friend Junior realized that they had recently changed addresses at the Crèche, and the new address put the Crèche in a new district not overseen by this judge.

While we were waiting, a policeman that towered over me, holding what looked to be a sawed off pump action shotgun and escorting a prisoner came and stood in my face and yelled “An Fom” – I had no idea what he said; so I said “Sa k’ Pase” (What’s up) – and he said “An fom” and I said “Myen Pa Konnprann” (I don’t understand you) so he responded “Komo ye” (How are you), and I responded (Bon anpil).  He then proceeded to ask me my name, my wife’s name and Chris’ name.  He then told me to have a good day and walked out the door.  Junior came in from outside laughing, because the guards were outside laughing about it – I guess the Policeman was trying to intimidate me, and was just messing with me.  I guess I’m too dumb to be intimidated.

So after it was confirmed that we were at the wrong judge, our lawyer once again went into overdrive and instantly got in touch with the new judge we were supposed to see – and got us an immediate audience – I was amazed!

So, we got back in the box truck and went for another drive.  When we got to the new court house; we met the judge; the first thing he said to me in Kreyole was “If you weren’t with him (my lawyer) – there is no way I would let you into my court house wearing shorts”…  I felt really bad, because I knew that in Haiti it is very important how you dress, however, I had told our Lawyer that I had no long pants, because I couldn’t survive the heat in them – and he said it was ok for me to dress in pants…  My lawyer told me after the judge was kidding – but the judge never let on that he was….

Anyway, this new judge accepted our request; and we got the family council done, the Adoption Decree done, and the PVA done, all in a single swoop! 

Below are pictures of Amanda and I accepting the parental rights of David and Christella, whom their guardians had just previously relinquished to us; this is kind of akin to standing before a judge and saying “I do” during a wedding; it was amazing, and hard all at the same time…

When asked if there was anything Nathalie would like to know about us, she replied, that she knew all she needed to know – that we loved David, and we would provide a good home for him.  She also said that she would pray for us.  She asked one thing of us, and that is if David could come to Haiti and visit her when he turns 18 – we have already begun preparing for the day, and we have already told each other that we would support our children wanting to learn and know their roots – so this was an easy answer; but it was a sad question to answer too.

(Although it’s gross – you can see that I was SOAKED in sweat!)

It was also sobering, as always – to get a glimpse into the life of this country.  Christella’s uncle told me a lot about her family, and his.  He is a builder by trade, but he is no longer working; he has 7 children to care for, and can’t afford to send them to school.  As we were running around from place to place today; Amanda bought some water for us out of a bag from a bucket from on top of a street vendor’s head – while reluctant to drink; i was exhausted and dehydrated, and hadn’t eaten anything but a few crackers since 7 o’clock this morning.  But then I realized that Christella’s uncle and David’s mom probably hadn’t eaten hardly anything that day either; but at the end of the day I was going to climb back into the bed at the hotel, have a full meal, air condition, and all the water I could drink. 

There was so much I want to do to help them;  but, there isn’t much I can do for many different reasons – more than I can go into here… at least for now… I don’t know about the future…

So now; there is still a big long list of things that our lawyer needs to accomplish before we can even get into the IBESR (Haitian Social Services) – but we are amazed (and Chris the Crèche director also seemed amazed) at how much we were able to get accomplished today.

At this point; I owe gratitude to our lawyer, Cliff, the orphanage director and assistant director Chris and Junior, and the H.I.S. Home staff; Gary, Richmond, Jude, Marlene, and Hal – and so many other people that I don’t even know by name that made today go as well as it did.

And of course, without question, God.  I was sitting and praying for most of the time in the judge’s office today.  Once again, He has shown Himself to be strong when rescuing us from some of the most impossible situations. 

It is now storming horribly outside right now, the internet keeps going up and down; the MagicJack is working on and off; i have dust caked to my body, covered in sweat, I smell – I can’t smell from the burning left in my lungs from the days air intake, my body aches, I have a headache… I’m suffering some of the left over effects of dehydration, and the left over effects that I have when my blood sugar gets low after I go so long without eating but in the end; I would have to say, that this is a day that I never want to forget… 

Today, I witnessed the birth of Christella Logiodice, and Jediah Logiodice II; and like the other three births before them; it brought me to humble appreciation and love for the God that is.



What does a Code of Ethics Assume?

One primary assumption that needs to be made when defining a Code of Ethics is an assumption that people strive to find ways to agree about what is right or wrong, thus by implication, an assumption that there is a universal morality (either broadly or narrowly defined). This week, we can bring our course discussions full circle to where we started almost 8 weeks ago – that is, the idea behind a universal or moral framework.


A Code of Ethics is a set of core values set forth describing a series of appropriate or inappropriate actions one should or should not take towards another human being. As I discussed in an earlier post in this course, like the ideas put forth by C.S. Lewis in his books Mere Christianity and the Abolition of Man, appealing to someone’s sense of right or wrong in a code of ethics assumes that there is a standard in which people can agree upon what is indeed right and wrong, disagreeing on what is right or wrong shows with even stronger veracity an external standard being appealed to.


When I write a Code of Ethics that states “It is wrong to steal”, I am asserting, not only that I think that it is wrong to steal something that doesn’t belong to me, but I am asserting it is wrong for anyone to steal something that doesn’t belong to them, and I am appealing (if not just recommending) that the world would be a better place if everyone agreed.


Now, this doesn’t necessarily mean that everyone is going to agree that “it is wrong to steal”, some might feel that it is right to steal only in certain situations, or right to steal all the time, however, once again, to take a position of opposition, is ipso facto to assume that there is a universal moral framework that can be appealed to.


Whether formalized or not, all human beings have a Code of Ethics – How they believe they should treat people, and how they believe people should treat them. Thus, I posit this provides a safe assumption that deep down inside, all human beings understand there to be a true sense of right and wrong; otherwise to write a Code of Ethics is like a breath taken outside on a cold winter day: it may be there for everyone to see, but it’ll last but a second, and have no impact on affecting the surrounding world.



Information isn’t power… knowledge is power…

While some might say that “information is power”, I think it’s important to make a distinction between “information” and “knowledge”. While the dictionary defines Information as knowledge, I take exception to this definition.

Information is a term that is used to describe a piece of data or fact that hasn’t been applied or used; knowledge on the other hand is applied information. I make this distinction because I believe it is important to the conversation.

Information is potential power; knowledge is power. Information must be internalized, consumed and utilized for it to become truly powerful. This internalization, consumption and utilization this is the key to knowledge.

When a computer stores a piece of information inside of itself, it is just that: information; it is not appropriate to call the data stored inside a computer, knowledge; however, when I have stored a piece of information inside me, it is no longer just information, it is called knowledge.

I can pass this knowledge onto someone else; and in transit, I would refer to it as information; for example, I would say “Hey, I have some information for you!”, but once I have passed that information along, you now have internalized it and this information has become knowledge.

Information is agnostic to ownership; knowledge is fundamentally positioned as requiring ownership.

Therefore; in the context of power, I will state that information is only the potential power; knowledge is the true power.

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