This was my fourth trip to the Northwest Haiti Christian Mission in Saint Louis du Nord, Haiti. The Northwest is the poorest region in Haiti; I saw this more this time than any other trip. Our team of 15 people traveled six hours by school bus from Port au Prince to Saint Louis. We arrived around 10:00 at night. We blew up air mattresses and found sheets and pillows while trying not to wake everyone else that were already in bed. When we took our second flight into Haiti the plane was full so we had to check our second carry on at the door. We didn’t see those bags again until Saturday, the seventh day of the trip. God taught us all many things from not having everything we thought we would need for the trip. A few of us had all their things so we shared and did laundry frequently. Not many teams can come back saying they went shopping at a Haitian market for underwear.
I was worried and didn’t want to put too much expectation on
seeing some of the Haitians I had met last year. A lot of the interpreters only
work for one summer or just a few weeks at a time. Anything could happen in a
year since I last saw the boys who stand outside the mission selling bracelets.
I was so excited when I saw Rodlen. He came up and gave me a hug when I was
playing with some younger kids in the nutrition program. He told me he got to
attend school this past year and I noticed he had on a lot nicer clothes on. I
didn’t see him for the next couple of days and the other boys said he was sick.
But he came running up to me again when we were watching the soccer game.
Every afternoon at the church across the street the mission
teaches an English class. A few of our girls went every day. I went once to the
beginner class and once to the advanced. In the beginner class we were paired
up and helped our partner read through a children’s book. We then asked them to
retell us the story to make sure they understood what they were reading. In the
advanced class they have been reading through “Hatchet”. Melissa, the teacher,
wrote out vocabulary and explained each word. It put in perspective for me how
hard it is to explain the meaning of words we use all the time. I was partnered
with Tony. He was a really good reader and when Melissa asked a question I was
proud of him for the answer he gave. I talked with a few of the other guys as
well, Sonny and Taylor. Some of the interpreters for the mission grow up going
to an English speaking school but these guys are taking this class so that
hopefully soon they can start working at the mission.
At the mission we have devos in the morning and at night.
Some of the guys and girls from our team lead worship every night. I don’t
think if I can describe the difference between worshiping staring at the mountains
with the wind blowing compared to standing in straight rows, inside, staring at
the words to the songs on the screen. It was incredible.
My Bible was in my second carry on. I couldn’t use my phone
for any sort of daily Bible reading. Even being on a mission trip where the
point is to commune with God all day and with devos twice a day I wanted more
than anything to be in God’s Word. This past year I went through the James
Bible study by Beth Moore. I memorized James 1 so for seven days that was the
Word of God that I had and I can’t even count how many times I repeated it.
The grocery ministry is when you go to the market and buy a
bag of groceries, pick a house at random and ask if they need groceries today,
then ask if you can pray with them. We bought three bags and had passed out the
first two. We arrived at an intersection in the road. Someone yelled out left
so we turned and stopped at the first house we came to. I figured this house
got stopped at a lot and we should go down further down the road but the woman
told us she was the grandmother of the house. Her daughter travels an hour
one-way to work every day. The grandmother takes care of the kids at home. She
told us how the day before someone had stolen her money so she couldn’t buy
food for the day. All they had eaten was the fruit growing from the tree in
their yard.
The Neighbor’s Project is where a church in America partners
with a church in Haiti. A group from a church in Fredericksburg, VA traveled to
the church in Berger, Haiti every day. I had the opportunity to join them for two
days. The church in Berger is a tarp attached to the pastor’s house held up by
bamboo poles. The group from VA was able to provide a tin roof for the church.
Amazingly, maybe for the first time in history, the roof was on before church
on Sunday. After Sunday service the team brought water purifying systems to
pass out to twelve families. They were so easy to use I was able to help pass
them out and show how to use them.
A lot of the times when we show up at a church a lot of
young kids come to hear a Bible story and receive a snack. In Berger we had the
chance to talk with the teens on a deeper level and gave them a change for them
to ask us questions. It was encouraging to see so many show up and have
questions for us.
We traveled to Anse a Foleur, where the voodoo temple is.
The Haitians who worship at the temple believe in the God we know but also
offer sacrifices to spirits they believe protect, heal, and seek revenge on
their behalf. We view the temple and walk to the monument to pray for the one
true God and truth to be revealed to these people.
On our last day we went Hut to Hut asking if we could talk
with and pray for people. Our whole team went which can be intimidating so a
few of us stood back at each house. At one house I was standing back from a man
from a neighboring house came out and asked what we were doing. We told him and
he told us his name was Gin asked if we could pray for him. Of course! He
invited us into his home and introduced us to his wife, Finel, and new baby,
Jaylen. After we finished praying we put TOMS on Jaylen’s feet. Haiti received 100,000
pairs of TOMS and 30,000 went to Northwest Haiti Christian Mission. My backpack
was full of little kids shoes we were able to deliver to many families that
day.
We were supposed to arrive back in America around midnight Thursday
morning. God had other plans. Our plane from Port de Paix to Port au Prince was
late so we missed our flight from Port au Prince to Newark. This isn’t the
first time anyone has been delayed in Haiti; we were in good hands with the
mission. They knew what hotel to take us to and bought us hamburgers and French
fries for dinner. We stayed at Coconut Villa. I was surprised at how nice it
was. They had a pool to swim in! I saw a lot more of Port au Prince than I had
ever seen before. Contrasted with the Northwest region, everyone living in the capital
looks like they are living the “good life” even though they are poorer than
both you and I.