No Place To Call Home

Disclaimer: This blog has its similarities to the most recent blog posted.

 

01/25/2018

 

We hopped off of the bus completely confused as to where we were. We were suppose to be carrying rocks up a mountain to help build a house today, but now we find ourselves in this small strange village with many Haitians surrounding us smiling and cheering. Me being one who always craves information goes around asking where we were and why we didn’t go to where we orginally planned to go (silly me). Shama, our driver and one of our translators claims he forgot what was originally planned and just brought us to this village. I truly believe there is more to the story, I believe the Holy Spirit guided him to this specific community today. 

 

The other team that has been living with us goes off across the street to go to a local school full of children, while my team stays back in the midst of all of these Haitians strangely staring at us all. Ben, our translator for this group begins introducing who we were and why we were in their community. He explained that we were there to share the love of Jesus, and pray for whoever wants encouragement and healing. Someone then responds saying that they were all so excited to see us because they dont usually have white people come around there often. (This is a new community for our ministry; as in Shama was the only one that knew about the village.)

 

We meet a guy named David who was a believer. He invited us to come to his house which was literally about 20 feet away. We walk over and this massive crowd of people follow us eager to see what we were doing. We begin by asking if anyone needed prayer, which was followed by people coming forward sharing their needs and struggles. But there was one moment later in the prayer time that absolutely broke my heart.

 

David brings forth this young kid telling us he needs to be prayed over. The kid was dressed in a dirty spiderman shirt and blue plaid shorts. White dust covered his legs and feet along with small dirt patches along his back. We all assumed David said this jokingly as in the kid was wild and just needed to calm down, but boy were we wrong. David goes on to tell us that the kid has no parents and that the community found him living on the street. This child is 8 years old. He stood infront of us with a face full of confusion and fear. I could tell all he wanted was to just run away. David goes on to tell us he is from St. Marc, which is about and hour away driving distance. This means over the years, this kid has just wandered his way over to this area, which is a LONG way. David begins to tell us that they are taking care of him as much as they are capable of, but that still isnt much, seeing as how 80% of the village is starving. 

 

We began to pray over this child, whose name is Wannasun (give or take the spelling). We prayed for protection over him as he is in a spiritually dark area, and living in harsh conditions. I prayed that God would reveal Himself to Wannasun in a way that he has never experienced. I have never had to pray over a child who just simply did not have hope, so that is all I prayed. That our God, who is Hope, would become real to him. After we finished praying, he ran to the corner of the house and just sat down. We finished our time by praying over the community as a whole and began to make our way over to the school to meet with the other team.

 

I walked over to Wannasun and tried to teach him the slap game where you put your hands opposite of each other and attempt to slap the other. For a short amount of time, this kid had the biggest smile on his face, and my heart was the fullest it has ever been. I saw how God loves this kid. I saw that God provides this childs’ needs. I saw him as Christ sees him. I walked away from this kid with tears filling my eyes. Wishing I could do something to help this beautiful soul, only to know that the best I could do for him in this situation is to pray for him.

 

I challenge you all to ALWAYS love the people you come in contact with. You NEVER know their circumstances, and you never know what kind of an impact your reaction could have on their life.

 

Humbled,

Preston