The first time my teammates climbed onto our rooftop, my first thought was “Nope, no way. Not happening.”
But after our neighbor brought over a giant ladder and I was assured that the chances of breaking my neck were slim, I was finally convinced me to join them.
With the mountains on one side and the ocean of the other, I have found one of my favorite places in the world. On a rooftop in Carrefour, Haiti, I have experienced some of the most freeing worship of my life.
After a day on the streets has completely drained the last of my strength, dancing on our rooftop and singing to God with hands out in complete abandon is the only thing that fills me up again.
There are no lights in our town after dark, so the sky is strikingly beautiful above me and heat lighting rolls across the hills every night without fail.
From this spot, I’m surrounded by the echoes of Haitian believers gathered singing “How Great Thou Art” and “Nothin’ but the Blood” in Creole. I’m reminded that even in this land of great darkness, where witchcraft and Satan worship is commonplace and I have been cursed on the streets more than once, God is still very much on the move.
I believe that there is hope for Haiti. I believe there are people here who are ready to rise up and flood the streets of their country with the light and love of Christ. I believe that I can be an intricate part of this movement.
And I never believe it more than when I’m dancing on the rooftop.
