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Sunday, August 9, 2015

The days of Jesus

Beyond blessed that La Limye's board of directors and leadership team was able to come to Haiti in June. Here is one of the experiences that was felt. To all, Thank you all for traveling to Haiti to visit La Limye Ministries this past week and working to make the children's home a little closer to being finished. I personally feel blessed by everyone on the trip and am so happy about the new bonds of close friendship I feel for each of you. On the bus while passing some houses on a hill side Cathy made the comment that Haiti looks a lot like how she envisions Israel looked at the time of Jesus. Not just the landscape of mountains and ocean but the way the people lived then and now. I believe her perceptions are correct. In the time of Jesus people lived in stone houses, got their daily water from a well or pool and put it in jars they carried on their head. In Jesus' time was no air conditioning or refrigeration, most people had to walk everywhere, there was no electricity for lights, people slept on pallets on the floor, medical help was nonexistent for most and poverty was rampant. Society was divided into rich and poor and there was little hope of the poor ever leaving their poverty behind. Finally, there were foreign religions that were taking people away from the God of the Bible. (In Jesus' time it was mainly Greek and Egyptian gods and some nature gods worshiped in lands east of the Jordan river. In Haiti we are talking primarily about Voodoo.) Two thousand years ago God sent His Son Jesus to save the people and give them hope for a better life. Jesus is still doing the same in Haiti today. He is giving hope to the hopeless. They may always be in poverty in this lifetime but they have hope in eternal life with Jesus. I feel blessed that God gave me the opportunity to help, in just a little way, the people in the villages near Ellen's home. I feel equally blessed that He chose each of you as well. God bless, Mike

Monday, August 3, 2015

It's the little things in life

The days in Haiti that I love. That I'll never forget. The days when 10 people come to church in earnest rather than 100 that come to play. The days when we sing and dance for Jesus and no one thinks we're crazy. The days the girls braid my hair and ask me 50 times if it hurts When I sit next to an open fire in 100 degree weather cooking with Mary. Talking about life and love, orphans and poverty. She teaches me how to cook Haitian food and helps me with my creole Language. The days I sit with malange and think up baby names for her son that's coming in October. When Edverline tells me that Jesus loves everyone and ask why. The hours I hold Smeralda knowing that her small frail body is uncared for by her mom. And all I can do is hold her tight. When the neighbors come to give me gifts of flowers and plants. I love the days when Valerie come over and we play with baby dolls and watch Veggietales. I love house visits. I'll walk through the visit and sit on the porch with the family and talk about Jesus. I love the days when grandma cooks me rice and serves me enough for 3 meals. The days we make pancakes and put chocolate chips, blueberries, syrup, and peanut butter on them I love the relationships that are being formed and the seeds that are being planted. I love that I'm gaining the respect of the village, even with the witch doctor. I do not have much to offer. I don't have much to give. But they have welcomed me with open arms. These people show me love like Jesus. They show me how to be happy in the middle of poverty. They teach me to laugh at the hardships. I have moved from my rented house into the orphanage now. I am now with these people all day everyday. And more than anything in the world, I want revival here. I want every soul, every heart to be on fire for the Lord. I want teachers and pastors to come to train the men. Women and mothers to come teach the women about beauty and image. Next week starts our English classes for teens in the morning and adults at night. We also will be showing the Jesus Film and cook dinner for the neighbors. We can't do it all. We can't help everyone. But we can look at the one in front of us and love that one. Love the one God put in our path. The ministry does not have big numbers to tell about, or big stories to share. some days all I do is sit in the corner and watch. Working with the poor takes time and effort and sometimes still nothing gets accomplished. But I am here to love like Jesus. I'm here to show say that His power is made perfect in weakness 2Corinthians12:9 and it is He who sets us free. Galatians 5:1 that he is with us and will rescue us. Jeremiah 1:19 and that no matter what, He is our strong tower. Proverbs 18:10 He is our light and our salvation. Psalm 27:1 I say all of this to ask for prayer. God is at work this very minute. He continues to provide and lead. My prayer is that hearts will be awakened to the need of the gospel down here. I pray that people will not be overwhelmed by the need but be available to help just one. I pray for the girls who will come to live with me very soon.. I pray for you. You who have supported the ministry and cheered us on every step of the way. You who encourages me and lifts me up. I pray we don't get weary in doing good. I pray for love, because nothing can be done without love. Sometimes the light is dim, sometimes it's rays are bright, but one thing I know, it's always shining. Because of Him. The creator of it all. The giver. The teacher. The one all credit goes to.

Saturday, August 1, 2015

He is able

It's like a miracle if you ask me. How can one change in an instant? How can one switch lives in a day? I go from being high-maintenance, OCD, insecure to sleeping with the rats, coaked in dust and sweat, and living off of protein bars. Shower pressure ----- drip drops Bed with a/c ------- floor with wind Cereal with milk ----- cereal with water Flushing the toilet every time ---- every 5th time Washing machine ----ditch water Trains ----- roosters Owning the road ---- holding on for dear life I arrived back in Haiti in June after a series of delays. Weather, Maintnence, luggage, lost crew. I knew that was the enemy trying to stress me, or maybe God trying to prepare me. Either way, I complained about the problems all day. Then I arrived. Back to reality. Poverty. Everywhere. 7year olds carrying their weight on their head in buckets of water, naked babies with swollen bellies playing in the dirt, Tin shacks lining the streets, dead bodies, motorcycles, pain, people, trash, guilt. Everywhere I looked. I praise God for giving me the strength to change lifestyles so quickly. To adjust and go with the flow. But there is one thing I'll never adjust to and that's leaving family. Leaving behind the loved ones and turning to the life of loneliness is the hardest part of switching lives. "Those who put their hand to the plow and look back..." Luke 9:62 I hold back the tears and try to be strong yet so yearn for the comfort and security found in family. The connection and similarities. The language and culture. "The bride will leave her mother and father and cling...." Genesis 2:24 Right now, I cling to Jesus. I cling to His promises and His provision. I cling to His security and comfort. I cling to His way that are so much higher than my ways. So easily I can go to the States and ignore the cry of the poor. I forget the urgency of the situations. I become immune to the world and its desires. But when I come back to Haiti, I am reminded all over again. These people have never had the privilege of comparing cities and countries, roosters vs trains, burgers vs rice. But there is one thing that we can share. The part of our lives that can be found in every culture during every situation. Jesus Christ And how can they hear, unless we go. How can we love unless we show My prayer is that our comforts and securities, our hope and hearts would all be the same because of the one King that we worship. " after this I looked and there before me was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, tribe, people and language, standing before the throne and in front of the Lamb. They were wearing white robes and were holding palm branches in their hands. And they cried out in a loud voice: Salvation belongs to our God, who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb." Revelation 7:9-10