Diesel and Voodoo

Well hello again - I knew that once CCD started my time would be scarse, and I was right, so the blog has suffered a bit.

Our newest experience has to do with diesel - or the lack thereof. I have told you that I have been getting my diesel from a local man who syphons it out of old oil drums and fills my tank. Well the local gas station has started carrying diesel and, since they rent their space from my friend, he asked me to stop using him as a source and start using the gas station.

So I fill up, no problem and off we go running errands, driving kids from CCD, etc. When, while half-way to Cargill Creek for Sunday services the van starts bucking and coughing and stalling and, in the middle of nowhere, this is not good. This is also a sign of bad diesel fuel. I have actually helped out a member of our church who was stranded once because of water in the diesel (a common problem here). It turns out that underground gas tanks are metal and metal tanks filled with diesel can get water in the fuel by simple condensation that takes place as the tanks are emptied. It seems anyone with diesel (but me) has experienced this problem and the only solution is to drain the tank and put in new fuel. So anyway, I nurse it to the church in Cargill and start setting up for church when, without my knowing it, one of the members takes Ginni's keys and goes off to pick up people in Behring Point who have no cars. So we wait and wait and wait, and eventually he returns with a bus load of people. "Deac, you got a problem mahn, der be water in da tank or som'ting".

So we have church and the people from Behring Point all hitch rides from other people and I nurse the bus back to Fresh Creek. Once home we call the people up north telling them we can't come to Mastic Point, but I have no way to get any message to the Haitians so I know they were just standing there in their church clothes all afternoon - what a bummer.

Now that I am home, what to do? So I gather up empty gallon water jugs, get a long hose and prepare to suck the diesel out of the van using the hose as a syphon. Well after about 10 minutes its clear this isn't going to work because the piple leading to the gas tank curves and then leads into the tank and my hose won't make the turn. So I crawl under the bus and try to follow the gas line to see if there is any other way to get the bad fuel out when I notice a drain plug on the tank. So I jack up the bus and crawl underneath it. I find the drain plug and unscrew it and diesel starts flowing into my old water jug, then the next, then the next, then the next - until I fill all 5 jugs and screw the plug back in.

Now I pull out my reserve diesel fuel that I save in plastic drums for use when a hurricane knocks the gas station (or my friend) out of diesel. The backup has saved me before and once again it will do the trick. Once I am about half full I take it for a spin and all seems well.

So I curse the gas station and call my friend saying his tenant gas station is selling bad diesel and I would really like to start using him again. He apologizes but doesn't have any diesel himself right now. So I sigh and start ferreting around for other sources of diesel on the island.

Later that afternoon - cough, spit, cough, stall, and the problem is back. Someone asks how old my diesel was that I had pulled out of the garage and I, quite frankly, didn't know. Can diesel go bad? Maybe, especially if condensation or rain got into the drum I had used.

So, once again, crawl under the van, jack it up, drain the fuel (did I mention the stinging ants that live here - they don't appreciate Deacons laying in the grass under his van one little bit). So for a second time I take a spin after draining the tank, but this time there is no difference.

My only choice now is to ship the bus to Nassau and bring it to the dealer. This is something I have avoided using local mechanics to do oil changes, filter changes and regular maintenance. Then I have the bright idea of going to one of my members who drives the local school but. That is diesel and he maintains it. So I drop the bus off with him - but this is where it gets interesting.

When I drop off the bus he says, "Deac, come with me" and he leads me to the front of his house. I really have no idea why we're taking this little stroll until he says "Deac, do you see this hole?" and there is a small circle about 6" across where the earth was recently turned over. Then he says, "See that one?" and points to another spot about 8' away, and then another and another. He tells me that he came home from work that morning (he works nights at a 2nd job) and he noticed the first one right in front of his front steps and then discovered they completely encircled his home. During the night, someone had come and dug these holes, filled them with some kind of white powder and pennies, then covered them up. When he found the first one he dug it up to see what it was and that's what he found buried in each hole. The only explanation, Voodoo. It turns out this is a common hex, or curse, supposedly anyone who steps on the buried pennies will become penniless.

So - I take some time to belittle the curse, explaining that Jesus is stronger than any hex and he believes in Jesus, "Yes Faddah, I believe in Jesus, I know this is bad but Jesus keep me strong". It was a rather interesting 20 minute conversation to say the least. Then I had to go deal with his wife who had her own fears on this topic, but she too was convinced nothing would come with it - but could I come by tomorrow with holy water?

Anyway - after that bit of excitement I walk home and he starts work on the bus. The next day is Monday and we need the bus to transport kids home from CCD. Monday morning, no bus, I wait as long as I can, still no bus. I end up calling someone from Cargill who works in Fresh Creek and he offers to take the kids home if there's no bus - and there wasn't.

At eight that night I hear our bus pulling into the yard. "Deac, it wasn't the diesel, and it wasn't the fuel filter - there is a 3rd primer pump filter hidden on the other side of the bus that looks like it never was changed - it was totally plugged with goo". He had found the problem.

Alleluia - Alleluia - Alleluia -- with that I feel more comfortable with the diesel from the local station and we are back in business. Hopefully we have de-bunked the Voodoo business as well and nipped that one in the bud, but I'd love to discover who is digging holes and filling them with pennies.

One last new thing on our plate has to do with crime. Violent crime is out of hand here, we are a nation of 350,000 with a murder rate, after 9 months, of over 100. That is an incredibly hi number if you study murder statistics. The local government has a firearms amnesty program for the month of OCT and the Archbishop has asked that all Catholic Parishes be a drop off point for illegal firearms if their owners are fearful of dropping them off at the police station. So, while nobody has visited us yet, should anyone want to deliver illegal firearms to us, we will take them and get them off the street and then deliver them to the police station ourselves. Just one more interesting twist to ministry in the Bahamas.

Keep us in your prayers - we sure can use them.
Till next time.