Huddled under a cement overhang, all the groups migrated together to worship and share stories from their exhilarating days across the island. The stories stretched from the island of Tortuga to the shores of Haiti’s beautiful beaches, hitting prisons , huts, and voodoo temples in between. It is truly mind boggling to see the work God is doing throughout the Haitian people. You can feel, hear and see the revival God is using this mission for in Haiti.
Starting off the night’s stories we heard of a boy in the prisons who accepted Christ, and then another, who had previously said it was not his day for God, told missionaries upon their visit today, “Today is my day,” And again we heard of another of God’s children who had accepted him as their father, a son of a witchdoctor in the town whose only complaint toward the idea was that he had not the proper shoes to wear for church. So of course shoes were quickly donated and God’s kingdom was joyfully expanded. The price for these new shoes and a relationship with his creator? He has now sacrificed his parents’ support for his education.
The people here are hungry for Christ, they are not blinded by the things that hold us captive in America. They do not have the distractions many material items provide to veer our eyes from our creator. They are not sucked in to the pleasures the world we are from entices us with. When they hear, they simply know and are quenched of their longing.
Today we hiked to a Voodoo temple and prayed for God to take back this land for his kingdom. The prayer room held a woman so fervently in prayer her words shook the flame she was burning for her god. The need in her eyes could be seen at a glance, the hunger, the longing ,the burning for fulfillment, fulfillment she was not, and would not find where she was.
Haiti is Hungry for Jesus, and it is both a painful and beautiful thing.
This need across Haiti- across the world, was summed up as we sang through the storm this evening with our off-pitch voices raised high;
In the morning, give me Jesus,
When I’m alone, give me Jesus,
When I die, give me Jesus
Kim Chase
