I was welcomed into a church which was nothing more than a shack the size of an average bedroom; the walls were crumbling and the roof had sun rays shooting through the cracks; the dirt floor was veiled with stained white cloths. The Haitians had just finished a fast and were beginning to worship. The room was stuffy and filled with the aroma of sweat and dust; there were about fifty people of all ages, mostly clothed in white, covering every inch of the earth. Some children were laying on the cloths, most without shoes, some even without underwear. A woman at the front conducted the group in a chant of prayer in Creole. Some began to yell, some began to sing, some began to clap. As my ears were filled with the sounds of worship, I began to cry. Here were these humans with no running water, no electricity, some even with no clothes or food, yet, their utter passion for Jesus defied all burdens. It was so beautiful and powerful.
I have spent a long time trying to figure out how to put my mission trip to Haiti into written words. And as cliché as it sounds, there are no words! God can use us to help make a difference in the world. God provided me with the phenomenal opportunity to mission in Tirolli, Haiti through an organization called Servant Life and I would love for others to have the chance to serve. I attached a link below if anyone would like to make donations to help support this awesome cause!
"Be the change you wish to see in the world" - Gandhi