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Thoughts of the Past

I remember my first trip to Haiti in ’92. I was only 14 at the time and still becoming aware of my surroundings and how I fit into this world. The perspective was priceless and had opened my compassion for those less fortunate than I. If you can permit my memory as a 14 year old, I will share some growth that I’ve seen in Haiti and in myself.


Today I attended a Church Service at Terre Noir, a campus that Pastor Leon DorLeans has set up for church and school. It is also the operations of the foreign construction help and where I stay when I come for missions with Haiti Outreach Ministries (HOM). The music is so beautiful. It reminds me of a cross between Island beat with Lion King vocals. I desire greatly to learn the words and sing with all the voices lifted to God. As I reflect back to my first trip I recall different details. The musical support was not as developed but I remember how packed the seats were. So many people crammed into the church for the start of their week. I remember thinking about how pleasant it would be for my home church to find so many people packed to hear the message God has for His children. I am one of “those” people that do not have much of a personal bubble. The service I attended was in a church building that is no longer there in Cite Solei. Two buildings have replaced it because of the need for more room. What a great problem!

For just as the body as the body is one and has many members, and all the members of the body, though many, are one body, so it is with Christ. For in one Spirit we were all baptized into one body- Jews or Greeks, slaves or free- and all were made to drink one Spirit. I Corinthians 12:12&13

I also had a chance to go to the lookout on a mountain above Port-au-Prince. The elevation difference is significant and the temperature cooler up there. Vendors jumped to action as we filed out of our Taptap. The view was magnificent. Between two mountain ranges an incredibly flat plane exists. Spread over the plane is the city and its suburbs. Last time I visited the place, I was 14 and we had stopped for pizza at a hole-in-the-wall restaurant before we made it to the lookout. By the time we made it, darkness had fallen and I couldn’t see anything. Though this new visit filled in some memories, I find myself puzzled at the lack of change Haiti seems to have had as a country. But I am encouraged by the growth of His church here.

“And the second is this, to love your neighbor as you love yourself”

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