Friday, February 17, 2012


I just finished my second small group meeting with two young men. We have been working to develop a bi-lingual church service, using the content from CCC (our home church) and modifying it to make it Haitian. The series we are working on is about identifying your personal mission, the thing that God created you to do with this life and then making it real in your life using the B.L.E.S.S. strategy (begin with prayer, listen, eat together, serve, and strory). At the end of the meeting we prayed that God would bless us and give us the chance to bless others. About an hour after the meeting these two young men(Alsa and David) came back to my door and told me about an encouter they just had right after leaving the meeting.

They met a man sitting on the street corner with a guitar. Alsa  asked the man to play something for them so he did. Alsa said "That was beautiful. Have you ever considered playing music for Jesus?" The man said that he had never done that before.Alsa said "I have this guitar at church that is just laying there waiting to be played." Alsa asked the man if he had Jesus in his life. The man said no. Alsa asked the man if he would like to. The man said, "I have been wanting to for a long time, but I don't know if I am ready. I don't have clothes that are appropriate for church." Alsa told him that he didn't need to wait for clothes to know Jesus, and asked him again if he would like to know Jesus. The man said, "Yes, I would." They all got on their knees and prayed together, and the man turned his life over to Jesus. Just like that, on the street corner.

So Alsa and David  came to my room, because they wanted to pray with me for this man and ask that God will lead him to church on Sunday. We prayed, that God would remove all obstacles keeping this man from Him. And while we are praying I am thinking I have a pair of black pants and a white shirt that I wore to church when i first got here but haven't worn since I got some new clothes. I hesitated because I don't want to always have my first reaction to be give him/her something to make it all better. I continued to pray and the weight on my heart to hand over these clothes becomes undeniable. I asked Alsa and David them about the size of this guy and David said that the man was "Kind of fat, just like you."  Haitians are brutal. I went into my suitcase and grabbed a shirt and some pants that should fit a fat guy like me. Alsa took the pants but said, "You know, I want to be blessed too." and handed me back the shirt to me and said, "I want to give him one of my shirts.".....Blown away.
 Man did these guys get that message or what? I am so grateful for this opportunity to be in small group with them.  Alsa told me that this very thing (God blesses us so that we can go and bless others/God has a mission for each of us) has been on his heart. They can't wait to share it, so they aren't waiting. I am blessed.
Dargout, Croix des Boquettes, Haiti