Heart Vision in Haiti
My expectation of the sights of Port-au-Prince and Haiti in general seemed inconsequential compared to the stories experienced travelers kept telling me before my arrival. I've stepped over bodies in the streets of Hell's Kitchen, New York. I've stood in the gas chambers of Dachau concentration camp. I've cleaned out hovels of the homeless that defy understanding. So as I heard tell of the conditions in Haiti, I kept thinking...click here to read more
Thank You Too Much
"One of them when he saw he was healed came back, praising God in a loud voice. He threw himself at Jesus feet and thanked him" (Luke 17:15-16). I have been reminded several times today of the power of a grateful heart...click here to read more
I'm convinced God doesn't want to just meet our needs, just barely get by. He wants to bless us from the depths of His infinite riches. Yet another odd lesson to ponder in one of the poorest countries on earth...click here to read more
We arrived in Haiti around 9:00am this past Tuesday; none of our group's checked luggage, however, did. After some searching on the computer, a lady at the airport told us all of our bags should be on the next flight, arriving around 12:00. OK, well, it's not the best situation, but we settled in, sitting on the baggage claim for a long wait. Our wait caused us to miss our mission flight into the mountains...click here to read more
This morning in Haiti we attended a Haitian church. Everyone got dressed in their Sunday best and waited to make the half-mile walk to the church. Mommy's foot was injured so her and Poppy rode the four-wheeler to church. Poppy told us we could go ahead and leave, they would be driving separately.
Uh, excuse me? You want us to take off walking through the streets of a third world village, having no idea where we are going or how to get there?...click here to read more
Uh, excuse me? You want us to take off walking through the streets of a third world village, having no idea where we are going or how to get there?...click here to read more
On Sunday of my time here in Haiti, a few of us visited the home of one of the families who come to the milk clinic at the orphanage. Amy is a newborn whose mother died in childbirth. Her aunt and grandfather have been walking eight miles to bring her to the milk clinic to receive clothing and infant formula. The precious baby weighs less than five pounds...click here to read more
Although I’m home from Haiti now, I am still thinking about my trip. I’ve known Jennifer, or Mommy as she’s called at the orphanage, for years but this was my first time to go visit her there in Haiti. I’ve heard her stories and imagined her conditions for years, all the while trying to fathom how she is able to do what she does. In recent conversations and especially while observing her on the trip, I figured it out. In the answer are some lessons for us all...click here to read more
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