Born in a tin shack, with a dirt floor, he was destined to die there, unknown. The reason: Luc's Grand-mother did not like his Father. She administered a lime based substance to the new Mother's breasts to dry up her milk. Our Haitian staff tell me that this is a common voodoo practice.
When family members fed the tiny boy crackers, mixed with milk, to nourish him, the furious Grand-mother shut Luc away in a locked room. She would not be thwarted.
The family knew about our newborn ministry, and delivered Luc into our hands. Miraculously, after his 8 day ordeal, this tiny, low birth-weight boy is only slightly dehydrated.
Luc was born into a cruel world, full of dark superstition, where grown-up wrath is spent on innocent children every day. This sickens me to my stomach, but I am encouraged by one thing: Luc's family took a stand against evil. Here is a story, that puts the passion in compassion, and a baby who survived to be light in the darkenss.