I was forwarded a letter address to our church from a friend of mine and missionary our church supports who is going to be on the front lines of the disaster at Haiti. Here is his letter. This is what it means to love.
Plans are still pretty fluid, but at this time it looks like Mark and I will be flying Sunday night to Ft. Lauderdale, meeting up with 2 other partners and flying in to Cap Haitien on the northern part of Haiti to meet with our ministry Partner- Henoc (enoch) Lucien from Voice of Haiti Ministries. We will then travel down to Port au Prince- several hours drive, though not that far in distance, to assess the needs and try to make contact with our EFCA church planter Absolm Joseph, who no one has had contact with as yet.
By all accounts from reports we are getting and the cable news shows it is a living Hell there. Pray that we would have wisdom and discernment, for protection, and for clarity of thought as we go in to that desperate and overwhelming situation.
I was lamenting the fact that we never get to see these places before a disaster strikes, so we don’t know what they looked like before the disaster. This one is different. I have seen what it was like before, and lived in it. It wasn’t good then, and I can only imagine what it will be like now.
A large part of me urges for the freedom to leave work to join a cause like this – but circumstances prevent it. Someday I hope to be in the position, both financially and responsibility wise, to be able to leave at a moment’s notice to causes such as these. For now, I can pray and I can give. Till next time, Jack.