Postcard from Hannah

Days like today give me hope.  Marissa, Jim, and I got the opportunity to go to the beach with the kids and the other American groups staying here at New Life. I was at this beach 2 1/2 years ago when I first came to Haiti. I never thought I would get to see it again. It is one of my top favorite places on earth to be, just behind Lambeau Field.  It was a day filled with laughter, squeals of delight, and lots of splashing. I also got to experience my first jellyfish sting. Unfortunately, Marissa had just gone to the bathroom so she couldn't help me out, but what a friend to offer! But even a sting couldn't ruin the day, it was too perfect. Breathtaking views, awesome food, and the best company I could have asked for.  Getting to see the pure joy on the kids' faces was priceless.

I played mom to a little girl today. I held her in the water, helped her learn to kick and swim, she would go off with her friends and then come back to check that I was still there. We sat on my towel and she went through my bag of stuff and claimed it as her own. We went looking for rocks and she sat on my lap and quietly played when she was ready for some alone time away from all of the kids in the water.  I changed her, held her while she slept, tucked her in at night. For at least one day she had a 'mom.'  Our group came to Haiti this week to be 'parents' to these kids. To try and fill in the gaps they have of being on their own. Love on them, correct them when they are wrong, pick them up when they fall, laugh with them, but most of all help them realize they are loved and worthy of love.

Today, it was mission accomplished.

A Message from Maria

It is our fourth night here in Haiti. I am already dreading the day that we leave. I had the opportunity to spend most of my days here at New Life spending more time with the children. I played soccer with Hannah, Marissa, Jeremy, Vanessa, Wisbens, Gibons, Charles, and a few rotating subs, especially for me since today I feel like I am fighting off a cold/ sinus infection. It felt great to just spend time with the children. I feel that during my last few trips, I was visiting New Life in passing. I was here but not here. I was busy trying to do so many things outside of New Life and not spending enough quality time with the children here. I feel like I learned a lot more about the children these past few days with just spending more time with them.

Today, I changed multiple diapers, got to carry Caleb and put him to bed, played with the babies making fun car noises with the toys, picked up Rosena after having a tantrum, and kissed Daftka's  ouchie on her head. I feel like these are things that often get overlooked- the reassurance after a fall, talking to the babies while changing them, cradling the babies and helping them nap, and playing and making noises with the toys to expand upon their social and play skills. So many thoughts go through my mind such as; what kinds of educational toys can I get sent over for the babies and the toddlers to expand upon their dramatic play skills, who picks them up after they fall, who carries them when they don't feel well, who tucks them into sleep, etc. Then when I start asking myself these questions, I begin to feel sad and feel like I need to come to Haiti more often so I can do those things.

I am hoping that I can come back next year in July and spend more time with the girls. I feel like my departure this time will be a lot harder to do because I had the opportunity to build stronger relationships. For my new year's goal, I am hoping to come back and spend time with the children at New Life. 

Adventures with Jim

Today I went out into the heart of Haiti with an Irishman and his friend, an American student living in Ireland.  They are both from the same church in Dublin staying with Pastor Lionel and dress up as clowns to entertain children in Haitian orphanages.  We were escorted by two Haitians, one of which attends the Academy of Music in Port Au Prince and his friend who chooses to give of his time to local charitable organizations such as "New Life".  For the Irishmen, the mission was very specific..find the "Irish Embassy", an authentic Irish pub in downtown Port Au Prince and see a few new things.  I, however, had no such direction or agenda.  I was told we were in good hands and everything would be fine.  When a Haitian tells you this, something in his eyes makes you believe it without questioning.  You have to be here to know what I mean.  The "Tap-Tap" ride was bumpy and noisy and the streets were filled with cars, motorbikes, people, wares, dogs, dirt and dust. . to imagine coming home without seeing or being in an auto accident after such an experience speaks to the incredible chaotic ballet of movement in the street.  People shouting and honking, some escalated verbal confrontations without ending in physical violence as this American would have imagined such altercations leading to back home.  We visited the Haitian Museum of History and were regaled with the terribly beautiful message of Haitian strength and endurance under the harshest and most inhumane of treatment first as imported slaves and then having to battle against political corruption through the years to be able to claim this land as their own and no one else's'.  After our informative and air-conditioned break from the hustle and bustle we made our way to the Hotel Oloffson which was constructed before the late 1800's.  There, we took in the history and beauty and had lunch. Our dining experience was rich in taste as well as conversation, the subjects of which ranged from racial inequality to debating how long Justin Bieber's fame would last.   An unplanned swim was enjoyed after dining by all of us except the driver and the Haitian musician, who seemed just as content watching us make fools of ourselves laughing and carrying on.  We saw the sign for the Irish Village which prompted us to get off the Tap-Tap but quickly found out it was quite a hike from where we disembarked.  The walk through the streets was even more exciting than the ride.  We walked by dead poultry lying in the street (which was actually for sale, not just mere road kill) and rubble piles still left over from the infamous earthquake of 2010.  People laughed and smiled as we walked by and the Irishman couldn't help to say "Joie Noel" to everyone he made eye contact with while clapping and singing between greetings.  His enthusiasm and outward expressions of joy and comfort loosened any tension I had by the feeling that one wrong move would knock something or someone over or that I myself would be knocked down.  I kept feeling the gentle hand of our Haitian friends on my shoulder as I tended to lag behind and was reminded just as gently to stay together for our safety.  We made our way to the bar, the Irishmen tried to talk the owner into letting them perform their clown routine and were politely denied.  We came, we saw, we left.  At the end of an amazing day, I am confident in the words of Elson, our Haitian friend.. it doesn't matter where we are from, we are all brothers and sisters and have to watch out for each other.  For two Haitian men to take time out of their lives, where working is the most important key to fleshly survival, and be our own personal guides for the day was truly a blessing.  They knew we wanted to see Haiti and they wanted to make sure we saw it without receiving a scratch or anything worse.  What a testimony to how our Lord has taught us to love and treat one another.  I am forever humbled and honored by my new lifelong friends and their willingness to be by our side in a foreign land with foreign culture, language and attitude.  Joie Noel!

Merry Christmas from Marissa

It is the end of our first day back at New Life and it feels like I'm back home. I am falling in love with this place and these kids all over again. I can't even describe the feeling I had when I ran (yes, I actually ran) over to the kids and they remembered me by  name. From the second I hugged each one of them hello, I was already dreading the moment I am going to have to say goodbye again. But, it's only Tuesday so I have a few more days before I have to worry about that:).

I had to keep reminding myself today that it is Christmas because I'm not used to spending it in 80-90 degree weather and without snow. But I couldn't have asked for a more perfect day, and a Christmas I will remember forever. This morning, all the kids at New Life gathered in the church and were each given an individual present by a couple staying here who purchased all of them. Each child's face, whether they were in diapers or 16 years old, lit up when they received their present.

Shortly after the New Life kids opened presents, another orphanage arrived for a Christmas lunch and fun activities to do all day. They were all so thankful, and most of the children were so skinny that I am glad New Life was able to provide them with a good meal. Each of those children were also given a Christmas gift. The amazing thing is that you could've given those kids any kind of gift, and they still would have appreciated it.

I don't know exactly what it is, but I am so happy when I am at New Life. I know part of it could be that I absolutely love kids, but there is something so special about the children and the people here. Even in a country where there is so much hunger and suffering, the faith of the people who I have met is unwavering. They thank God for everything, which has made me realize how much more I need to be thanking Him for every day. Tonight we were all given ice cream, and Sophie put her hands up and thanked God the second she finished her cup. I can honestly say that I have fallen in love with many of these children and I know God has put me here again, only six months later, for a reason.

(And mom, I didn't get sick! Love you so much and Merry Christmas!)

ADVENT- the season of waiting

For Christians, the season of Advent is spent reflecting on and anticipating our Savior's birth. Well, it's supposed to be. I've grown up in the church and have 27 years of Advent seasons under my belt and I  have never fully understood  what we were waiting for.  Jesus had already come, why were we 'waiting' for it? I understood waiting for Christmas. As a kid I understood that real well- Christmas, are you ever going to get here??? And as an adult- Christmas, why are you coming so fast!?!?!?!?! But Jesus had already come. We could just skip the waiting and rejoice in it. (If you couldn't tell I'm not a fan of waiting.) Until this year. My season of advent started in July (Christmas in July!), on a picnic table at New Life Children's Home in Port Au Prince, Haiti. I was in Haiti for my second time and I did not want to go home. Marissa and I were trying to figure out if we could stay just a couple of more days. Lizzie was already talking about next summer and Angie and Maria where figuring out how to coordinate their work schedules and finances - and we hadn't even left yet. That's what Haiti does to you, it grabs a hold of your soul and doesn't let go until it's changed your heart forever. Then an idea was born. Christmas in Haiti. All but Angie were on a school schedule and had at least 2 weeks off. We could do this. We were going to do this. And so the season of waiting began.

The season of Advent isn't just about waiting. It's about preparing. Preparing our hearts to be ready for when Jesus would come. I changed a lot that week in Haiti. One major change was I knew I had to make more of a commitment or just walk away for good. I'm an all or nothing kind of a girl. I had made up my mind that for this next season of my life Haiti was going to get my all. Those changes you feel while you are in Haiti are exciting and inspiring, until you get home. At home you have to actually put those ideas into actions and deal with the consequences of those actions. For me, that meant not moving out of my mom's house. It meant taking on another responsibility of putting together the trip. It meant giving up my nephew's first Christmas and time I usually spend with friends.  It also meant stalking American Airlines for the cheapest flights and a million emails trying to figure out who, what, when, and how we were going to pull this off. I like plans, check lists and things color coded. Haiti does not cooperate with any of those. Our plans have changed a million times and will change a million more. And as I think about it, Mary had a trip to prepare for that first Christmas, while being pregnant with God's son. Planning a trip to Haiti now seems like a walk in the park.

Anticipation. My students know this well. They have been asking and dreaming about Christmas since the first day of school. No joke.  This year I am right there with them. Not for the presents, but for the fact that I can't wait to see Cherley's face or hear Chinaido's laugh or have to change Caleb's diaper. For the first time I think I finally understand what Advent is all about. The waiting, the preparing and the anticipation to see the hand of God at work.  The Jews were waiting to see God's face through the Messiah. My heart is waiting to see God's face through the eyes of the children of Haiti. I'm yearning to experience God's peace and joy through His presence -and maybe get a tan :)

There is still lots to be done, like stuff 100 goody bags for kids, try and fit a car load (literally) of supplies into 5 -50lbs or less bags, get everyone to the airport at 5:00 a.m., get money processed, have an early Christmas with my family and friends, oh and finish up 2 weeks of school with 1st graders who are as antsy as  bugs under a magnify glass. But all of that just brings me one step closer to Haiti, and for that I am truly blessed.

As we wait in anticipation, please pray for  Maria, Marissa, Cindy (my mom!), Jim, and I and our trip to Haiti. Pray that God prepares our hearts to do His will, for safety, and that we make the most of every opportunity to impact others  for Jesus.

Two weeks from today is Christmas, I can't wait!

-Hannah

Haiti Joy and Heartbreak

Patty Meyer 11/1/2012

It’s hard to believe a week has passed since we arrived. In one week we have witnessed the effect s of the hurricane flooding, preparation of bags of food to feed 1,500, and the anguish of seeing the suffering and effects of malnutrition, which took the lives of two little boys here at New Life on Monday and Wednesday. A constant reminder that seems unbelievable that FOOD, FOOD, FOOD is the greatest need and the cause of so much worry, anxiety and many times death. Yesterday we had the opportunity to go outside of New Life into several areas only to find the streets were like a parking lot. I tried not to whine from the back seat of our van as sweat dripped from my face, especially with the hundreds of people walking, who would have loved to have had a ride. 
It could be SO, SO easy to get overwhelmed – and I surely DO during every visit – listenening to the stories of need by nearly everyone you meet. Most stories are the same. “I have no job. I want my children to be able to go to school. I have so little to feed my family.” Or – even those with a job say their income is not sufficient to care for their family and to have food for them every day. EVERYTHING revolves around affording food. 
My joy comes from the time I spend with the kids. My dear Pierre continues to come running when he sees me walking toward the orphanage. YES – I do know that he hopes I brought him a few swigs of the rest of my coke and have a piece of bubble gum in my pocket, but his smile and tight hug around my neck helps take away my anger, disappointment, and frustration that creeps back into my heart and mind several times a day as I experience life here. 
The parts of today that brought the love of Jesus to others was a “store” we set up in the church. We had the girls come to “shop” and from oldest to youngest they came in groups of four. We had panties, socks, hair accessories, an assortment of clothes, purses and of course a piece of candy when they left with their selections. Our display was possible because of the donations of many people. How I thank those who responded to the list on face book and made their desires a reality. Being typical females, it took several of them FOREVER to decide on just the right thing.
The afternoon also ended with proving each employee here at New Life with a small monetary gift to purchase food from Impact For Jesus. I am SO thankful to each of you who responded to the opportunity to help with this need. Just to hear their words of thanksgiving was so humbling. One woman who I so adore shared that when she left her children and came to work this morning, they had no food and nothing to prepare for dinner. She was so excited to go home and surprise them with food. As people thanked Renee and myself I told them it was from many people in the states who care about them. To many I told them it was from God – He answered their prayers and just happened to use us to do it. I am so aware of how humble they are – but yet how humiliating it must be to admit to your life of being so destitute. Then there is ME – I complain at home if I don’t have more than 10 choices when I open the pantry door...
Tonight after devotions Renee and I gave all the kids and nannies a “freezer pop.” I know this probably sounds so goofy – but as I looked around and saw everyone sucking on these things it felt like we were one big family and while the days and nights can be beyond hard – THIS moment – all is good and refreshing.

Renee and I were both at “bug bite limit” so went to our rooms about 8:00 p.m. Renee ended her day (which included a bee sting and another 25 mosquito bites) with a cock roach landing on her arm. Let me just say that they grow them BIG here. I am glad I didn’t witness her experience! 
So – As the day came to an end and I thought about what it held – learning of a death of the little boy, all the stories, all the people in need I went to bed remembering little Pierre at devotions tonight as he sang “Amazing Grace” and I thought it couldn’t have been a sweeter sound. What might tomorrow bring?

Haiti-Huricane Sandy Aftermath 10/26/12

Patty Meyer

10/26/2012

I’m writing from Haiti, yet knowing it will be impossible for you to truly understand what I have experienced today. When we arrived yesterday we learned that because of the rain, there was no school and several of the employees were unable to get to New Life. Our dear friend Frentzy showed us a photo of the river water, whose depth was nearing the top of the bridge. Normally, this same river can have the appearance of a narrow stream, reaching the depth of maybe ones knees and is used by the locals for bathing, washing clothes and by pigs, goats, and an occasional cow, as well. If I was to guess – I would say the bridge is AT LEAST 40 feet above the river bed. Since it was merely drizzling at this point, I had no idea of the conditions around us.

It rained through the night and we woke to more rain. We soon learned that there had been significant flooding, which had already taken the lives of 11 people, with many more anticipated deaths. One of the employees here is in his 30’s and he said he has never witnessed this much rain and flooding.

Realizing there was so much devastation, nine of us ventured out to see if there was anything we could possibly do to help. Near New Life is a tent city which has been there for going on THREE YEARS. That was our first stop. As we drove up we could see pools of water and mud. There were probably 40 children mingling around – some half dressed, most without shoes. The man “in charge” came forward and explained that most of the tents had been flooded or filled with mud and people were in terrible need. With his permission, he graciously walked us around just the front of the “city” and we peered into tents, only to see all these people have to call their own was sitting in mud. The scene that sticks in my mind is looking into a small tent to find a young mother sitting on an upside down bucket holding a 6 week old baby. She stared back at me with dead pan eyes, not returning the smile I offered to her. Then she began shaking her head back and forth and her expression did not change. Someone tell me HOW are they able to withstand one tragedy after another? All I could do was say, “Jesus loves you.” and look back at her with the most caring expression I could offer, yet knowing she had no idea what I was saying.

As we continued, a wonderful Haitian man who was leading me, tried to keep a step ahead of me as he flung pieces of broken cement or a rock for me to step on so I didn’t slide or sink in the mud. Even without the rain, without the mud these tents would bring you to tears to look inside – but to see them with standing water and mud – was just about more than I could look at. We learned there are 133 families who live here, which includes 500 children! None of these families can afford to send their children to school. So – everyday is spent in the confines of these premises, with one tent right after the next. We promised the people that we would be returning later in the day with food. FOOD being their number one request.

As we continued down the main road, which is normally at a dead stop because of all the traffic, we found the traffic very light and where there would normally be people crowded on the sidewalks selling their wares – there was no one.

We went down a side street/mud road and found an area in even greater need. We learned 10 BRICK houses had already been washed away and a man with his pants rolled up to his knees was throwing bucket after bucket of water out of his house into the street that already held about five inches of water, which would soon rush back into his home. In this area, people were standing outside of their home – some in knee deep water. You could see their few belonging were all stacked in various ways to keep them from sitting in water. Without a doubt, the few articles of clothing they owned were surely wet.

Let me fast forward our day to share that by mid afternoon there were about 20 people here at New Life making up bags of rice, beans, spaghetti, cooking oil, and sardines which were then delivered to the tent city families, as promised. They were of course beyond thrilled to have the food. Wonderful yes – but what about food two days from now?

While that gesture served as a glimmer of light in all this darkness, I have to admit that as it CONTINUES to rain and now that darkness has settled in – I sit here wondering what are these thousands, upon thousands of people in this country doing? I had a nice dinner of chicken. I am sitting here with electricity – they have NONE. I have a suitcase filled with clothes, more than they would probably EVER have, AND they are DRY. I am having one of those times where I don’t understand the disparity – yet again. (GUN FIRE JUST WENT OFF! Another sound you get used to…) As I said in the beginning of this writing – I don’t know if you can even grasp what I am sharing to the level that it exists. What do we do? We do what we can with what we have to those we can. Quite truthfully – this is so overwhelming that it leaves you feeling like there is nothing you can do and it’s paralyzing. But at the same time – WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING! I am going to assume that this hasn’t even made the news in the states. Or maybe it received a 10 second clip showing people up to their waist in water with all they own on top of their head. Millions of people MIGHT actually think – “Wow – that’s awful.” But the truth is – people are drowning, canals have overflowed and sewer water is running down people’s streets and into their homes. There is a HORRIBLE food and clean water shortage and it stands to reason that cholera cases will sky rocket.

IF this touches you and you would like to help – 100% of your contribution will be used to buy food and clean water for those we are able to help. By me being here, I encourage you to contact Jim, my husband at jmeyer9544@aol.com for specific instructions. For me to come home in two weeks and THEN share this emergency would be irresponsible of me. I send this offer to you to be part of a humanitarian effort so together we can do SOMETHING – it will NEVER be enough…but it WILL matter to those who receive it. I’ve only been here a bit over 24 hours and my chest aches for these innocent people. May the sun shine tomorrow.

Back Home by Angie

Today by far has been one of my favorite days of this trip and one of the best days of my life. When I first decided to come to Haiti I received tons of negative feedback from my friends and family. I did not receive as much support as I expected. It saddened me and even made me doubt my decision. Today though, I have no regrets. In fact I am happy that I came. My team members have been awesome and the entire experience has begun to restore my faith. I have never met so many people that trusted God so much. Their faith is so deep that it has motivated my very soul to do the same. For so many years I have been lost and as I sit here I can’t even remember why anymore. My personal problems are microscopic compared to the issues here in Haiti and despite the issues here, all the children I have met have always had a smile on their face.

During our devotions this week, Pastor Bob always spoke of God moments. Today I saw many, but there are two that have been permanently engraved in my heart. Before I get to those let me explain what our day consisted of. Our scheduled consisted of two feedings at two local orphanages. Our IFJ team was accompanied by the much loved Rene (the driver), the head nurse and four of the kids from New Life. At the first orphanage after we passed out sandwiches, goodie bags, and bracelets I sat down with a few little ones to watch the older boys play soccer. That’s when the first God moment occurred. While I was sitting down two of the little boys asked me if I wanted some of their candy and sandwich. My heart sank because even though they don’t have much they are still willing to share the little that they have. The second God moment happened not to long after. As we got up to get ready to leave, our beautiful Hava took the shoes off her feet and gave them to the woman that was in charge of the orphanage. Again all my emotions were stirred up again. I fought with everything to hold back my tears. I feel like we take our way of life for granted and we don’t realize that our true riches are the people that love us and the faith that we have.  These God moments that I have mentioned are simple actions that show the purity of our hearts and bring a sense of serenity in our lives. I wish more people were like this.

 
As this trip comes to an end, I am grateful that God has given me the opportunity to meet so many wonderful people that have brought peace within me. I may have been lost, but after this small chapter closes I can guarantee that as a result of these small gestures my faith is being restored and my heart is finally back home.

A Little Bit of Hava in our Life

Today was a good day despite a few obstacles during our journey to Respire. (See last week’s blog to learn more about Respire.) On our way to Respire, we had trouble with our transportation. All of us unloaded, eager for fresh air only to realize we had a flat tire: Hava to the rescue. Our teammate from Chicago stepped in and helped to change the tire. She is always very eager to help whenever she can. After our flat tire, we made it to our destination, Respire. It was encouraging to see God working through Megan and Josh. The view was gorgeous; we got to visit the school that is located on a mountain top overlooking the ocean. We prayed over land that they want to purchase in order to expand the school. The land is currently being used for voodoo worship.  In addition to the school, Respire is setting up a recycling station through the government.  Respire is doing great things to help Haiti.

After Respire, we headed back to New Life. Along the way we encountered another obstacle: the Port Au Prince Police. It seems they collect routine taxes on vehicles at will so we were pulled over for another hour because things needed to be sorted out. While we waited in the tap-tap (Haitian Taxi), we had an unwelcomed visitor approach us. It made the majority of the people in the tap-tap feel uncomfortable but Hava came to the rescue again. She helped to diffuse the situation a little by using her quick thinking, Bosnian language and good humor. Hava has been a constant source of sunshine in gray moments of our trip. She has been the humor we needed to get through tough emotions and is constantly bringing us joy. She is our ‘God Moment,’ everyday. God’s timing brought Rene, our driver, back just when we needed him most. We soon made it back to New Life, where we were all happy to have the opportunity to see the orphan girls again. Tonight, Maria and Hannah were able to share part of their life story to the kids and some were emotionally touched. The purpose was to encourage the kids and help them understand that God always wants the best for them.

The team is hoping to play a game of soccer with the girls from the orphanage tomorrow afternoon. We have planned to go to another tent city or orphanage in the morning and then connect with the girls. The girls are eager to play soccer with us but it will be bittersweet knowing we will soon depart. None of us are ready to say goodbye. Haiti has touched our lives in so many ways.  

Fell in Love in a Hopeless Place by Hannah

Yes, I know I stole a line from a Rihanna song, but tonight it fits. Every night we get together and we talk about God sightings from the day. Not going to lie, I was dreading tonight’s devotional time. For me today was filled with hard emotions, emotions I did not know what to do with or how to deal with. We started the day hopping into the back of an open tap-tap and driving to Village of Hope. It was really cool to see a different side of Haiti. We traveled to a more rural area with mountains on either side of us and the Dominican Republic across the lake from us. It was breathtaking. It always amazes me the juxtaposition of the beauty of Haiti in the scenery including the people and the ugliness of poverty, disease and corruption. We got to see the completed Medical Clinic and tour the school. The medical clinic is gorgeous with its clean white walls and bright green trim. You could just feel the energy of what God was going to do with that place just walking through it. I saw a first grade classroom and it made me very grateful for my own classroom and the resources that I have available for my students. I found that there are some similarities between what teachers in Haiti deal with and what I have dealt with in my own career; students whose only meal is the one that they receive at school, having to be creative with what resources you do have, dealing with state testing, etc. 

From there we went to Little Children of Jesus -an orphanage for people with disabilities. I will never cease to be amazed by how freely people with disabilities love and accept others making them the happiest people I have ever encountered. Their joy is truly contagious. We were privileged to be able to play soccer with some of the staff and kids. The only way I can explain that moment is one of pure joy. Staff and children both laughing and running around with the biggest smiles you have ever seen, just to be able to kick a little ball around. As we have seen time and time again, that little ball crosses cultural, ability, economic, and gender divides to connect us all. A favorite moment of ours was when Lavita, an 8 year old girl we brought from New Life, reached out her hand to a young woman with severe disabilities and how that young woman grabbed her in a hug. Lavita showed such compassion and love for that woman she is an example for us all.

You are probably wondering with all of this joy going around how could I have those hard emotions I mentioned in the beginning. Well, this is where it starts. Our next stop was Marie’s orphanage. I had stayed with Marie and worked with her girls 2 years ago with a group from my church. I was so excited to see some of the girls that I had made connections with that I almost couldn’t wait. When we got there, my heart broke more than it ever has in all my time in Haiti. Girls that used to run and jump into our arms with smiles and laughter were stand-offish, their faces hardened and their eyes blank with flashes of hurt and anger. My first reaction was anger. What happened to these girls to make them this way and what could I do to protect them? I felt as though I had failed them in some way. When you go on a short term mission trip you have to be careful. Saying goodbye and going home is hard on you, but harder on those you leave behind. If you are going to form a bond with someone, you better be prepared to follow through with it. Through circumstances that we could not control, Impact for Jesus has had to step back from Marie’s orphanage and just like in any other situation the ones who suffer the most are the children. They have had their hearts broken more times in their young lives than any one should ever have to encounter. Please pray for these girls that God will protect their hearts and that someday they will be able to run without reservation into the arms of those that love them with smiles on their faces and eyes clear looking toward the future.

In Haiti girls don’t play soccer, and that’s that. They might kick a ball around but when the boys come out to play, they are kicked off the field. You can only imagine how well that sat with 5 strong American women. For some of us, it was the first encounter with being discriminated against, for others it hit close to home after a life of fighting against the gender roles placed on them. Regardless of our backgrounds, we are on a mission to be an example for the girls for what they can accomplish and what they can achieve in the future and the confidence to dream.

At times, it feels like we are fighting a losing battle and it feels hopeless to continue. We have all fallen love with Haiti and it breaks our hearts that there isn’t more that we can do. I have struggled with not fully understanding why God has placed me here and the role He has for me. I have struggled with fitting all the pieces together of how God is working and understanding the cultural differences and the even the differences among all of the Americans here working to serve Haiti. I am only a small piece to the puzzle and sometimes it is hard not being able to see the big picture. What I do know is that God is continuing to change my heart and has given me a love for the people of Haiti that grows every day. As He teaches me every day to trust Him I will continue to take advantage of every opportunity He gives me as He directs my path.

As I sign off the sun is rising, we are getting ready for a new day. (No mom I did not pull an all-nighter, yes I did procrastinate.) I feel like I am back in college putting off writing a paper, setting the alarm extra early to wake up and finish it with coffee at hand. Let’s be honest I just wanted to feel young again like Lizzie and Marissa J. It is a new day, a day filled with hope and the chance to spread God’s love.  

Forget Me Not by Maria Robles

Today we had a great feat on our hands… not to forget our items for today’s journey.  This morning we forgot a few items: the sandwiches we had prepared the night before for the feeding, the chips we were going to hand-out and other sundry items. However, after having to go back twice, we were able to stay on track to encounter today’s new adventure. 

As we arrived, I could feel myself becoming nervous and anxious because I did not know what to expect. I kept reflecting back to last year’s feeding and how overwhelmed I felt.  I hoped that what were able to pack today would be enough to help feed the 50 children and families in this tent village. As the tap tap (our Haitian taxi) pulled up on the gravel road, I could see that we had not packed what would not be enough for everybody in this village. My heart shattered as I carried the items up the gravel path into this small compact room in the middle of this tent village. This room currently held about 200 people. I could not break down now, I told myself; I needed to keep it together.

We got into the room and I can see so many beautiful smiling faces eager to welcome us. I felt fortunate that they were giving us the opportunity to be in their company. As I headed to the back room of this small compact room, I decided that we should halve the 100 sandwiches as well as halve the amount of chips in order to distribute some to everybody present. I can feel myself getting nervous as we started to distribute the food. I felt hopeless and frustrated at the same time because we did not pack as much as we could for the people we came to help. I hung out in the back room as I help distribute piles of sandwiches and baggies of chips. I felt like I could have done more; we could have done more. I realized that we should have been more prepared.


As we finished distributing the last items, all I could think about is: what can we do different for next time, how can we better prepare. I don’t know the answers to these questions but I feel like next time we should over pack and expect to be in the company of more people. After we collected our bags, we headed toward the gravel path back to the tap tap. Many children walked up to me as I headed out asking for more food.  As I held back my tears, I responded with a no and jumped into the tap tap. A crowd of about 60 people followed us back to the vehicle asking us for the soccer ball they had seen from a distance in the back of the tap tap. I knew we did not have enough to go around and felt a rush of emotions, overwhelmed, angry, frustrated and saddened at the turn of events that I could not give anymore; that we did not have more to give. For me, this is an experience that will be left as an indelible imprint that I will carry home with me.

Silent Lightning

The past few nights, the sky has been filled with bright streaks of light. It’s like a quick window of heaven before it disappears. But still no crash or rumble can be heard. It’s crazy how the night sky seems hopeful and strong over a land that is in so much suffering. Today was like the silent lightning with all the exciting activities and love that was shown.

We got the opportunity to join the kids in church service this morning. The whole community seemed to transform as the kids sang and danced to loud worship music. Each kid had their Sunday best and smile on. Pastor Bob gave all of us something to think about, something we all struggle with every moment of everyday, idols. It was a wonderful morning with the children. Most of us were blessed to spend a whole day at New Life again. It has been so fun to be able to invest in the kids’ lives and hang out with all of them.  The afternoon was definitely a party. The kids swarmed the soccer field as we put on several soccer scrimmages and crafts. Everyone one seemed to be involved in one way or another. It was so exciting to just stand back and watch the joy the game gives the kids. It was great to see all of it unite in the mist of chaos. Near dinner, we got a surprise visit from a second orphanage who challenged New Life to a soccer game. Of course no one could pass up the opportunity, so we came out fighting and defended the home field.

My favorite moment of the day was during the first game against the orphanage. Everyone was crowded around the field watching and cheering intensely. In the background of all the excitement, there were five little boys banging wildly on the wooden table singing. They were singing lines of different praise songs. It was like a little band for Jesus. I knew at that moment Jesus had to be smiling because I could not take my eyes off of them. There was so much love and hope in all the banging and singing coming from such small bodies.

Today blew me away just like every day has. I am so excited for tomorrow because we are breaking out of these beautiful walls and serving more children and families! Jesus is so good.

Submitted by Lizzie Bergquist

It's All New Again

The following is written by one of our new short term missionaries. It's always inspiring to see the world through fresh eyes. May you be blessed by Marissa's view.

Today is the end of my first day in Haiti. I feel like words can’t even do justice to the experience I have had so far. The drive from the airport to New Life was a lot to take in. I have seen pictures and heard stories but seeing it in person finally made it real. We drove through an alley way and passed a little girl around the age of four or five sitting on a doorstep all by herself. When she saw us through the back window of the truck she got a big smile on her face and waved to us…and I looked back again at a point down the road where she was barely visible and she was still waving. I wanted so back to jump out of the truck carry her to New Life with me.  I think the image of that sweet little girl waving will stick with me for a long time. The moment I got to New Life, I immediately felt like I was at home. The love I feel for each one of the kids here is overwhelming, and it’s only been one day. We played soccer earlier today and a little boy went flying by me dribbling the ball, I watch him take a shot on goal and then realized he only had one leg. He had a crutch under the opposite arm and was able to play. I was amazed. I also spent a lot of time with the handicapped children, and was touched by the big smile that would come across their faces with just a hug or a touch, or a ride down the sidewalk in their wheelchair. It is so easy to see God working here, and it is so easy to give away his love. I was able to meet the girl that I sponsor, and the girl who my mom sponsors last night and gave them each a little cross necklace, then haven’t taken them off since. I am so grateful that I got the chance to meet each of those girls, and hope to continue my relationship with them. Tonight when we were doing worship songs with the kids, I had a little girl sitting on my lap and we were both singing. At that point, I got completely overwhelmed and couldn’t keep a few tears from falling. I am so thankful I have been given this opportunity and I knew at that moment that this is right where God wants me to be.  I am so excited to see what He has in store for me the rest of the week!

Leaving Haiti is Hard...for everyone

Today, the first team of soccer missionaries left Haiti with lots of tears. As I wait behind for the next team to arrive from Chicago in less than four hours, I am very sad and reflective. It was interesting to stay behind to see the tears of the Haitian children. I am de-sensitized to our ride of tears back to the airport but to see a young Haitian man cry, in a culture where men do not cry, was disturbing. I think it was even more so because last night in our final team gathering, a short –term missionary said he hoped he never sees the kids again. After the shock of the moment, he explained he would hope that by the time he returns next year, all the boys and girls would be adopted or “graduated” on to real careers.  While I believe this is all our hope, the reality is many of these kids will be here next year. The thought makes our good-byes even harder and the thought of waiting another year to hug these beautiful children haunting.

Please pray for the team going home. The re-entry into American culture is monumental and always an adjustment. Please pray for the next team of missionaries, they are about to assaulted by the most extreme poverty in the western hemisphere. The entry is always tough. Last week, one missionary could not stop crying for the first 8 hours. Please pray for the soccer events, the tent city feedings, the orphanage visits, the Pastor’s conference we are holding for 80 pastors and our transportation in and around Port Au Prince. But most of all, please pray for the Haitians we will encounter this week. Pray our presence will bring the hope that we have not forgotten them or their children.

Love God. Love Others. Change the World. It’s not a slogan. It’s a mission.

Goal........

"If We Are The Body"

But if we are the body
Why aren't His arms reaching?
Why aren't His hands healing?
Why aren't His words teaching?
And if we are the body
Why aren't His feet going?
Why is His love not showing them there is a way?
There is a way

by Casting Crowns

These are the words that convicted me as I join the children and youth of New Life tonight at worship and devotions.  I was a very efficient blogger tonight and I had the blog written way before our deadline.  Just for the record we don’t have a deadline.  It started when a young girl of about five named Fabiyan rushed up to me as I was walking to worship and grabbed my hand and sat me on the front row and sat on my lap singing this song and others as we worshipped together.  I was sitting there with kids from the ages of 2-8 and they were singing praise songs in English and it brought a tear to my eyes as it felt like a small piece of heaven when we are all worshipping together bringing praise to his name.  The two year old next to me actually rushed to the projected image on the wall during one of the songs and raised his hands and worshipped and sang as the image projected on the back of his head.  The words from this song and these children helped me to realize that I did not share how we have seen God work while we ministered in Haiti this week.

One of our prayers for the week is that we have the eyes to see and ears to hear where God is at work.  I want to share just a few of the ways we heard of and experienced God’s presence.  The way the young adults on our team came together and would do anything needed to help, serve, encourage and love everyone they encounter was amazing.  We live in close quarters and spend all of our time together and no one ever complains about the heat the dust the dirt the field conditions or the children we meet.  They always find the best in everyone they meet.  One of the children from New Life came to serve with us on Tuesday.  He is a kid who lost his entire family in the earthquake and deals with most adversity through acting out in anger.  He helped us serve at a tent city orphanage and when he returned he had a new attitude.  The act of service to other had changed his demeanor.  One of the young boys here at New Life lost his leg in the earthquake.  He never complains and he will be right in the middle of the soccer field using his leg and a crutch to shoot on anyone who can handle his shot.  Several on our team shared how he will always be an inspiration to them when they think they are having a bad day.  We met with the founder of Respire on Tuesday and she told several amazing ways in which God is working in that ministry the helps educate indentured servant children by giving them an education. Megan found out after she bought the land that a local pastor had prayed for twelve years that the Lord would use that land for his work.  She prayed for the land next door to the property as well and asked God to bring clarity to any decision that was made and she received a call five minutes later from the same pastor that the land was for sale and asked if she was interested in buying the land.  Megan had another miraculous story about how she learned the Creole language as well.

We spent our nightly devotions talking about love, respect, honestly and as the conversations progressed throughout the week I realized how this team was brought together to reach out the youth and young adults using the world’s best ice breaker, a soccer ball. We all could see and hear where the Lord was working as we ministered this week to the babies, children and youth of Haiti offering hugs, kisses, high fives, chest bumps, soccer balls and equipment.  Thank you to all of you who helped us financially, through equipment donations and most importantly through your prayers.  The words of a song and the touch of a child’s hand helped me to realize that we are the body of Christ and we are called to be his hands and feet to those less fortunate.  We prepare to leave tomorrow with heavy hearts that will always have a special place for our Haitian friends.

Bonswa,

John Keefer sharing for the 2012 Haiti Soccer Mission Team

Today was a day unlike any other day since we have been to Haiti. This Fourth of July in the Caribbean is one we will never forget. We celebrated Independence Day in style by taking all the children at New Life Orphanage to the beach! It was the perfect antidote to the Haitian heat. Most of the children could not sleep the night before because anticipation kept them awake with what the next day would bring. As we all rode the Tap Tap (Haitian taxi), the two hour ride felt like nothing as singing and playing games with a few of the older children made time fly. When we arrived at the beach, we were in awe of the beauty and peace hidden beneath all the trash, smoke, disaster, and poverty. What a sight to see: Palm trees and the majestic Haitian mountains overlooking the clear Caribbean Sea. Before we swam, we had a few good old American hot dogs, let them settle, and then hit the waves. So many smiles and laughs among children with such troubled pasts was a miracle in its self, let alone the pleasure of being there to experience it. Of course, there was more soccer on a field of spray painted concrete and 4 big rocks for goals. It was excellent playing conditions.    

Following is a reflective conversation between me and a fellow missionary.

Evan: So what’s been your favorite part about this year’s trip?

Pat: Being able to bond with the children on a greater level then on the previous trip.

E: And what do you think the children of New Life have appreciated most?

P:  Well, for those who play soccer, I believe having the opportunity to have similar soccer experiences as we have had by receiving top of the line soccer gear, playing in competitive tournaments against competitive teams, and receiving large trophies. The kids who do not play enjoyed the compassion from team members that they would normally never receive in many other ways through crafts and other games.

E: In which instances have you seen God at work or felt His presence?

P: God has been at work at all times during this trip but where it is most evident is within each of our fellow missionaries spreading God’s praise wherever we go. We have also seen God within every one of the children that we meet. Their smiles in such troubled times are testaments to God being able to overcome all obstacles.

E: When, if it all, have you seen or felt the devil’s presence?

P: Haiti is the Voodoo capital in the world. Symbols and signs are everywhere tell us that our presence is not welcomed, but through our actions of compassion we are able to tear down all barriers and find the good where people think is impossible.

E: I understand this is your second mission trip to Haiti. How have you changed in the past year?

P:  I am more appreciative about all the things that God has given me. I am more aware of the poverty and need for change in the world, not just Haiti.

E: Lastly, up until tonight we have had 4 themes in our nightly prayer and discussion devoted to God. Of the 4 themes (Love, Giving, Kindness, and Respect), choose a theme and a related moment that was most exemplified during this trip.

P:  Giving has been the most prominent throughout this entire trip as we have given out soccer balls, cleats, shin guards, goalie gloves, jerseys, shorts, etc... Even after all of the giving we have done with the donations you at home have collected for us, the joy given back by the children far exceed the sacrifice we have made.

Soccer on the Top of Mountain

Today, the main mission of the team was to visit Respire, the Restavec School, to share the game of soccer with the kids and donate soccer balls, jerseys, shorts, socks, and cleats that we brought with us to Haiti. We brought along another mission team staying with us at New Life, as well as twelve kids from New Life as our “all-star team” to play against Respire’s soccer team. The bus ride to Respire ended up being two hours each way.

Our bus ride to Respire took us through Port-au-Prince. We got to see the capital building again this year and the various tent cities, shops, fish markets, and schools along the way. Some progress has been made to clean up debris and the city from the aftermath of the earthquake in 2010. There were no garbage-filled dumpsters on fire and far less UN sightings compared to last year. After we passed through Port-au-Prince, the majority of our bus ride was on a road along the ocean, which was very beautiful even though it was lined with more tent cities and run-down buildings. Despite the shocking and somewhat depressing scenery, the all-star boys managed to keep the two hour bus ride entertaining. Some advertisements managed to make their way onto the bus and were quickly used to make paper airplanes and paper balls, which were then thrown between the New Life boys and mission team members throughout the duration of the trips to and from Respire. We also sang a variety of songs, ranging from Justin Bieber’s Tonight to native Haitian songs to keep a lighter mood.  

We finally arrived at Megan’s house at the bottom of the mountain where Respire was perched. Pastor Bob was trying to be funny and said we had to make a 30 minute hike up the mountain to get to Respire. We quickly realized that this meant we would have to carry up the eight duffle bags filled with the soccer gear. These were not light bags!  Once were got off of the bus, we were informed that we did have to hike up to Respire, however Josh, one of Megan’s partners, was going to drive our duffle bags up to Respire in his pick-up truck.

Our warm up was the hike up the mountain. Some of the boys decided to race each other up to the top. The sight at the top of the mountain was breathtaking. On one side there was an amazing view of the ocean and on the other, you could see the mountains and various villages on the mountain side. After a couple team pictures, Megan and Josh took us on a tour of their 4 acres land. While on the tour, Megan and Josh described their stories and how they began Respire. You can find more information about Megan, Josh, and Respire at http://blessedwithaburden.wordpress.com/. At Respire there is a terrace garden where they grow vegetables that they use to feed tent cities and the restavec children. There was also a school building with four classrooms and then another building that was still under construction and of course, a soccer field. In one of the classrooms, we set up the jerseys and cleats for the Respire team to choose from. After outfitting the teams and sweeping the field for glass, large rocks, broken plastic, etc., we were ready to begin playing soccer.

New Life started the game slow going down 2-0. People lined the field so that when the ball was kicked out it would not roll down the mountain. At the end of the first half, New Life was still down. To start the second half, New Life made three changes. Will, Nick, and Austin played the entire second half while the New Life team would substitute for each other. Just like the tournament on Sunday, this game was highly entertaining and competitive. New Life managed to tie the game with a couple minutes left in the game and eventually send it into penalty kicks. Unfortunately, New Life lost in “pks” again but we all had a great time playing. While the Respire and New Life teams were playing, the mission team members interacted with various neighborhood kids that came to watch the match. After the game was over, we were fed rice, beans, and chicken by the cooks at Respire.  Then, goody-bags that we brought were given to the New Life boys to hand out to the Respire team. It was very noticeable that the kids from New Life loved to give to other kids due to the many items they have received in a similar fashion. The winning team, Respire, was also given medals. Both teams signed a soccer ball to give to the other in order to remember this game.

The bus ride back to New Life seemed as though it was going to be a long ride. Everyone was tired and some were on the verge of falling asleep. Some of the kids in the back, Fabien and Oallchrist, began to get restless and began singing. It was unbelievable that everyone had the energy they had after playing a game of soccer and standing in the heat all day. The New Life kids were leading both mission teams in worship songs and eventually songs by Beiber (again), Backstreet Boys, and Fun. (again).

As soon as we arrived back at New Life, we quickly ate dinner and rushed over to the kids’ nightly devotions. Following devotions, Jimmy kicked off a post-devotion dance party. I don’t think anyone imagined that we would have enough energy to travel 4 hours in a bus belting various songs, play an entire game of soccer, spend the day in the sun, and have a full blown dance party all in one day. The kids were having a blast learning new dance movies and singing along to the Haitian dance music. Finally it was time for our own team devotions and for the kids to go to bed.

The team had a great day today and we all cannot wait to take the kids to the beach tomorrow!
Emily and Austin