Andrew, Ryan and I were
walking around the village to pray for people. Soon we had a crowd of 20
Haitian boys and men following us. We decided to take advantage of the
opportunity and stopped under a tree and talk with them with the help of our
translator Fono.
They gathered around and I shared my heart with them. Why I had come to
Haiti. Why I believe in Jesus Christ. Why I believe God has unique
purpose for their lives and role in His Kingdom. Why God wants to not
only rebuild Haiti physically but spiritually.
The crowd was growing. They listen intently with their eyes fixed on
me. One lady interjected and said she agreed with what I was
saying. But then she ask who was going to rebuild her house. She
asked if I would.
My mind went blank. I didn’t know how to respond. We were helping
to rebuild some homes by removing rubble and clearing the area. But I
knew that there would be not enough time to help this woman at least not with
our ministry plan for the week.
At this point I felt like my words were weak and wouldn’t bring the sort of
help she wanted. I looked at Ryan with a “what do we do now?”
gaze. He offered some words about what we were doing and that the
Haitians needed to partner together too to help rebuild and not just wait for foreigners.
Which is very true since Haitians are use to hand outs.
But we both kind of felt defeated and deflated. We did what we could in
the moment and prayed over all of them. We interceded and asked God to
bless them as they cried out to Him.
But I left discouraged. I wonder what Jesus would of done? So many
other people have asked me to directly help them, to give them a job, to take
care of their baby. But it seems more often than not that I can’t
immediately meet their needs.
We are making a difference in lives here. Providing food, clothing, and
shelter. But it seems small in comparison to all those that need a
difference made yet.
I don’t know. The realities are hard.
*First picture is of me with some of the men that listen to me speak. The man on the left desperately wanted me to find a job for him. I came back the next day and he had written me a long letter in English and gave me a picture of himself to remember him.
**The second picture is a place on the road I drove by everyday this week. People live in those small shelters between the median in the road. To be honest I don’t even know how they can do that.
I am getting my first team on Sunday to lead. Please pray for me to have energy and wisdom to lead them.
