Haiti Immersion... Day 2 - Questions and Stories

The tales for today need to start from the end. After dinner at St. Joseph's, we gathered with all the groups on the roof. The rain pitter pattered on the tin above as Erin Murphy, the HTF director, gave us the agenda for the coming day. Pastor Rick and Harriet Barger, founders of HTF, gave some words of faith and encouragement for the days ahead. Everyone mingled and had excited conversations.

Based on what Erin and the Bargers had to say, this is the thought forming that may frame my experience in Haiti. There are two stories that are told.... the story of the world and the story of Jesus. Which will we listen to?

I could write tonight about driving through the streets of Port-au-Prince gazing at animals grazing in the trash lining the street. Or I could look a little farther and see the beautiful palm trees and banana trees standing tall on the roadside.

I could write about the people walking in dusty shoes carrying burdensome loads on their heads. Or I could write about seeing their faces light up with bright smiles as they greet their friends on the corner.

I could write about all of the problems I see here. Or I could write about how HTF is in long term relationship with grassroots Haitian organizations that are looking for solutions.

Which story would you rather hear? Which story is the world telling? Which story is Jesus telling?

Heavy, I know.

Just as I am... I will let you stew on that tonight. It is getting late and my alarm will ring early. I'll share about the partners we visited in the morning. Bonswa.

For more info about Haitian Timoun Foundation... www.htflive.org

Haiti Immersion... Day 1 - Arrival

The alarm came way too early this morning. I hit the road about 5:15 am, picked up Beth Lowrie and we headed for Atlanta to catch our plane. We met up with another congregation and the Haitian Timoun Foundation's director. The direct flight to Port-au-Prince left at noon. And this time... this time, Beth and I were on that plane headed for the experience of a lifetime. Third time is a charm!

As the plane neared Port-au-Prince we stared out the window at the landscape below. Worn mountains rose from the water's edge. The teal of Caribbean water ringed little islands that dotted the deep blue expanse below. We landed and then everything became a bustle of activity. Lines for landing cards and customs. People waiting everywhere. A quick stop by baggage claim and we were out the door into the dusty air of Haiti itself.

We took a 30-minute ride through the winding roads of the town on the way to our guest house. We zoomed past small shops selling a variety of sundry items. Women walked by carrying large parcels on top of their heads. Traffic flowed with what seemed to be very little organization. Street vendors sold treats and sunglasses. We passed by skinny stray dogs and gazed at the landscape.

When we arrived at St. Joseph's Home our hosts greeted us with gracious smiles, help with heavy bags and a glass of ice cold water. Mighty acts of hospitality after a long day of travel. After settling in just a bit our group gathered on the roof of the 3 story building. As the sun set behind the mountain we learned about the mission of Haitian Timoun Foundation and the partners we will encounter tomorrow. As the sun lowered on the horizon the breeze blew gently through the rooftop. It was a picture perfect view of the area.

The dinner bell rang and we were treated to traditional Haitian pumpkin soup. History tells us that when Haiti was colonized the soup was only to be eaten by the elite. Those enslaved were never allowed to partake. After the slave rebellion won freedom for the Haitian people the pumpkin soup tradition began. One day a year they prepare and eat pumpkin soup, something that their people were once denied.

And now with full bellies and tired eyes, it is time for some rest for the busy day tomorrow. I am beyond grateful to be here, immersed in the Haitian culture... to hear the stories of courageous people making a difference in the lives of others... to hear and see, taste, smell and touch what God has been and is doing here in Haiti.

For more info about Haitian Timoun Foundation... www.htflive.org