The Joy of being an Ambassador

September 8, 2016 - 16 minutes read

“The world is unprincipled. It’s dog-eat-dog out there! The world doesn’t fight fair. But we don’t live or fight our battles that way—never have and never will. The tools of our trade aren’t for marketing or manipulation, but they are for demolishing that entire massively corrupt culture. We use our powerful God-tools for smashing warped philosophies, tearing down barriers erected against the truth of God, fitting every loose thought and emotion and impulse into the structure of life shaped by Christ. Our tools are ready at hand for clearing the ground of every obstruction and building lives of obedience into maturity.” 2Cor. 10:3 (Message)

Family and friends,

Before we left Sarasota last week, I sent a small note out requesting prayer for us because I had a feeling we would need it. Well, we really needed it. I am grateful that we are not fighting against flesh and blood, but against the principalities that are in the air, and can you feel it here!.

 

I felt like we hit many stumbling blocks coming in. For some reason, the lady at the ticket counter was so harsh and wanted all of our suitcases to each be exactly 50 pounds. We did have a couple of them at 42, 49, 50, and others were at 52, 51, 53. Man, she was fussing about the fact that we had to make all of them exactly 50 lbs! So right away, I felt the pressure but kept my cool and smiled and said yes mamm. I happened to glance at the gentleman next to her and he was letting bags that were 51, 52 go through! Oh well, I figured God is in control and kept my cool. So finally, we got the last 3 down to exactly 50. By then she had already sent one of the bags to TSA that had some defense ammunition in it and in the fuss of overweight bags I had forgotten to declare that. Owow, she freaked out, why didn’t you tell me right away, she asked? Well, I was trying to, I thought to myself, but you were on my back about the bags being 50 lbs. I told her I actually saw the other ticket agent being a little graceful, to which she replied, why didn’t you go to him then. Ow. But I understand I said, you were just doing your job. Now I said that to remind myself to keep a right attitude.

 

So, by then you can figure out what had to be done to get that suitcase with ammunition. She sent an agent to get our bags out of TSA and told me that I can not take in ammunitions.  Well, I said, I spoke to the airline customer service about traveling with ammunition internationally and they said I can and they even instructed me on how to pack them in my check bags. Nope, you can not take them she said. She put us to the side while we waited for our bags to come from TSA.

Finally the bags came. We looked into the one that had the ammunition to find out that TSA had already checked it and everything was great to go, but she told us to take them out anyway. Ok I said.

So here I am at the FLL international airport with two boxes of defense ammunition that I don’t want to throw away. Suddenly an idea came to me. I sent Kendra and the children to go to the gate, since I had some time before boarding, I thought, well, I will go outside and find a Haitian. After all, I am in the Miami area. Maybe someone will be willing to take them and ship them to a friend’s house for me. Well, I was wrong.  Bad idea. No one I spoke to and explained the situation to wanted to help. So finally I had another idea. A good friend of mine lives in Fort Lauderdale. I called him and thank God he was able to come to me on time to get them. Now they are in good hands and hopefully next time I will bring them down.

 

Ok, now, I am inside going through security and all is going smooth. I feel good. Got to the gate. It’s boarding time. Well, then we find out that the ticket counter lady put me in row 12 c and Kendra and the children in row 28 abcd. I am thinking what kind of ticket agent is this lady? That never happened to us before. I wish I could do a survey on her. She would definitely be a -15. Anyhow, we were like, oh well. We are going to keep the right best attitude about this trip. God is good all the time. Boarding time, sat down on row 12 c in between an older man and a lady who was just so restless and kept hitting me with her arm. She had no concept of personal space. For some reason I don’t think she even thought I was there! On top of it someone kept on farting like crazy. Haha! Go ahead and laugh. So funny. Man,what a wonderful day. The things that come your way, don’t you love it? Well, I decided I am going to put my head phones on and listen to

You‘re a Good, Good Father for two hours. That was awesome.

 

Ok, we got to Haiti, landing was great. You know how people get at the end of a flight, eager to get out. As soon as the pilot turned off the seatbelt sign, the lady, yes the no personal space lady, stood up and told me to get up too and start pushing myself into the aisle so other people don’t get out before us. I smiled and I asked her, does it matter? Everyone will get out. So I stayed seated. Man, you should have seen her. She was mad.

 

Now they have a new money making deal when you fly into Haiti. If you weren’t born there, they charge you $10US. It doesn’t matter if you live here. In the past we didn’t get charged for Kendra because they said if you live here and can prove with picture

ID, you don’t pay. Well, yesterday wasn’t the case. So of course, I paid $10.

There were a bunch of Haitian Americans who were born in the US protesting that fee. When I got to the line and realized what was going on, I said here, handed them $10, and off I went. I didn’t feel like arguing.

 

Got out, and thank God my brother and his wife were there picking us up.

Right away, I started to take layers of cloths off, it’s burning hot. Felt like I hit a heat wave. Welcome to sunny, real sunny south, welcome to Haiti.

 

As I am writing this, it’s 4:52 a.m. I have been up since 1:30a.m. I can’t sleep. Last night was so funny. It was so hot we could not sleep. Kendra and I just started laughing because even with 3 fans on us we were so hot!  We thank God for our house but it’s an oven in the summer time! No wonder people are miserable, life is very hard here. Coming in, driving through Port au Prince and past the downtown market I made a  decision to not drive by that stinky market when someone just comes from the States. Back in the day, it was a place to take people to experience an open market. Now I don’t even want to drive by it because it’s such a mess of muddy water, garbage and produce. God have mercy.

 

You know, I checked my motives again. Why am I here? Why do I do this? It has been a good night even though I can’t sleep but I am talking to the Lord and he is speaking to my heart. We are a voice here. We bring so much hope to people. We bring life, so much restoration. We are lights on a mountain top in a dark place.

 

My last two weeks in Sarasota were really great, I usually go there to work and make some extra cash to support our family, but this last time I felt like I really needed to sit, read, pray, relax, get recharged and visit with our Restoration family. Thank you Terry and Larry for your house! What a blessing! Always felt at home. Thanks to each one of you who loved on us and had us over for meals. It meant the world to us. You probably have no idea. Thank you Restoration Youth Ministry leaders who took our children to youth camp and loved on them like you did. Ryan told Kendra last night; Mom, I could stay for another week there, the people loved me. We had such an awesome time with our family in PA. We have lived so much LIFE together. And you all in Georgia rock! It was wonderful to connect with so many old and new friends. Thanks to all who financially support us.

 

Now, my story doesn’t stop. I have been in prayer tonight that the Holy Spirit will empower me, that the principalities that affect people here have no control over me. I am a voice, an agent of peace and light. I will bring the Kingdom atmosphere to every place my feet go. The kingdom will come.

 

Every time I go away and I come back, one of the first things I usually check is my electricity. The reason is because I have a neighbor who thinks that she has the right to hook onto our power line when I am not here.

It doesn’t make sense. I won’t get into all the details, but the last time she illegally connected to my line, I disconnected her wire. Then she was mad at me and didn’t say hi to me for one year!  Every chance I got I would try to say hi, but she just ignored me.

Guess whose line is hooked onto my power line again? YES, YES, my neighbor lady, and she is a witch doctor’s wife and the husband is her cousin. How messed up is that.

 

Just image, that’s the spirit I am up against. We are all in the same fight except in different ways, and different territory. This time I see it as an opportunity to use my heavenly authority. The enemy is defeated.

 

Now this morning I will take photos of it, go to her house try to find out why and how come? I want peace, so pray for us.

 

We are thrilled to be home where God wants us. I want to be here because deep down in my soul I know this is where I need to be but man, what a cross. I love it though. It keeps my faith strong. The situations keeps me humble.

 

So yeah, thanks for standing with us, Pray for the church of Christ. Pray that the Kingdom will continue to be established. The return of our Lord is near. Amen. His Kingdom is unshakable, be encouraged!

 

“The world is unprincipled. It’s dog-eat-dog out there! The world doesn’t fight fair. But we don’t live or fight our battles that way—never have and never will. The tools of our trade aren’t for marketing or manipulation, but they are for demolishing that entire massively corrupt culture. We use our powerful God-tools for smashing warped philosophies, tearing down barriers erected against the truth of God, fitting every loose thought and emotion and impulse into the structure of life shaped by Christ. Our tools are ready at hand for clearing the ground of every obstruction and building lives of obedience into maturity.”

AMEN!

 

Blessings,

Ricardo & Kendra Francois