Archive - February, 2010

Social Media in Haiti: Seeing Beyond the Messengers to the Message


[image by Adam McLane]

When I was called and asked to be a part of the Adventures in Missions YMATH Team, I was told that one of the reasons I was being asked to go was to communicate through my blog, Twitter and Facebook during my time there. In an earlier post Why Haiti? And What You Can Do I talked more at length of the purposes for us being there.

This topic was something I wrestled with greatly as I was making my decision, and during my whole time in Haiti. And I know our team wrestled with this issue as well. Every place we visited we talked about whether or not to take photos, shoot video, tweet, etc. It filled a lot of our discussion time.

I think if I had gone to Haiti and had blogged, tweeted and Facebooked (is that a word) about the trip…and didn’t see any fruit from the social media push…then I may have come back feeling less sure about that decision.

We didn’t want to exploit anyone.

We didn’t want to stroke our own egos, or pat ourselves on the back.

We wanted to tell the stories of the Haitian people.

We wanted to encourage people back at home through the Haitian stories.

We wanted to encourage others to come to Haiti and serve or give.

We wanted to use social media to help resource the Haitian people and all the future teams.

And whatever the impression was of our team back at home I can say this confidently. The Haitian people were so glad that we had come to listen to their stories. They were thankful that they could look into a camera and share their plight with others around the world.  Aid and relief often can provide for one’s basic needs which are foremost, but it doesn’t often allow you to speak, to share of yourself, your stories and what you have been through.  People were ready to share.

The rest of the team has stories similar to mine, but personally I can say that I have been greatly encouraged by the connections that the use of social media in Haiti has brought forth here at home and around the world. I have had meetings with other pastors who are wanting to take teams to serve in Haiti. I have received messages from individuals who feel God is calling them to quit their jobs so that they can move to Haiti full-time and serve. I have had people donate money to Haiti because of some story I shared. I have had people express that they felt like they were actually there on the trip…that social media helped connect their head to their heart and have compassion in a way that they couldn’t have previously experienced unless they had gone in person. The whole outpouring of others is quite remarkable and beyond anything we could have done on our own.

Using social media helped connect various parts of the body of Christ, and though God was clearly in command, I believed he used technology to bring various organizations, ministries and people together.

One of the really amazing things about using social media in Haiti, is that Jeremy Zach and I were able to shoot a thank you video of all the water that our team was able to buy for one village because of the money given to Jeremy and I from some friends as we headed out to Haiti. They gave us cash. We bought water. And we showed them in real time (sending out tweets and FB messages of the video) how their money was being used. Wow! The people who donated were moved. A connection was made and Haiti was no longer a country on the news that had faced destruction. Instead it was a country, filled with real people, who were now drinking water that our friends had played a part in helping provide. Real flesh and bones.

Thank You from Adventures In Missions on Vimeo.

And maybe one of the best examples of the good social media did was this tweet by Anne Jackson:

RT @flowerdust PLS RT: Pls @andersoncooper Meet us 9a @tentcity http://flic.kr/p/7CYFZe 5k+ ppl w/o food/meds HELP THEM http://bit.ly/clQkFP

You all retweeted that message thousands of times. So maybe Anderson Cooper didn’t show up. But many of you did. Not in person, but through your generous financial contributions. Through your connections. People gave money. People made calls. And because of you…because of a story and a people you connected with through the use of social media…these people dwelling in tents were able to receive food and water. When all the NGO’s were unable to provide for these people because of red tape and politics, you were able to step in and help. And that was only the beginning of the story. People are continuing to give to these people dwelling in tents. People are continuing to advocate for them in Haiti from 1000′s of miles away.

The story continues to be told over and over again through the use of social media.

As messengers we may get in the way of the message. But the beautiful thing about God is that he can take our messages in whatever shape we deliver them…and he can redeem them and bring good out of it.

So is it possible that we as the storytellers can cloud the story?

YES.

Is it possible that our egos and agendas may get in the way?

YES.

I hope that we can tell better stories one day where people can see beyond the messenger or the distorted means by which we deliver them. That as messengers of God we act more in humility than we often do or come across. But until then, continue to tell stories. And use whatever means you have available. And in this process I know that God is continuing to transform our lives and the lives of those we come into contact with. I know that he uses us even though we are broken and cracked vessels.

God does and can use social media for the greater good.

Are You Doing Enough to Educate Adolescents on Technology and Pornography?

“There is a Tsunami coming. We are a hundred years from understanding what we are dealing with regarding the influence and impact of cybersex on mankind.”

Those are the words of Dr. Patrick Carnes, one of the foremost experts on addiction and recovery issues, especially when it comes to pornography and the influence of technology in aiding that particular addiction. The latest issue of Family Therapy Magazine (January/February 2010) is dedicated to the issue of sexual compulsivity, and is filled with great articles on this topic.

That particular quote is from the article The Tsunami: Adolescents, Technology, and Pornography.

The article goes on to say….

“Technology also possesses the capacity to numb out and desensitize youth from their natural progression as they idle away valuable moments for social, relational, spiritual, physical, mental and neurological development…Teen pornography and technology use is affecting their values, socializing, sexuality and courtship patters.” (pp. 19)

Adolescents. Technology. Pornography.

The perfect storm according to many psychologists, addiction experts and theorists who are on the leading edge when it comes to studying this issue and working with the people who suffer from such an addiction.

I love technology. I love my Facebook. My Twitter. My blog. Etc. Lots of things to love. But I have to also be sober minded enough to know that technology is not neutral. It has a transforming affect on my life. Some of those transformations are good. Some are not. So I have to be careful about how I use technology. I have to be careful about the boundaries I set around it.

If you work with adolescents…Or are parent or mentor to adolescents…Are you being sober minded enough on this issue? What are you doing to educate them about their use of technology and about issues of sexuality and pornography?

I’ve recently been doing a lot of speaking on this topic, both for the National Coalition (Dallas office), as well as for some local churches and youth groups. This Saturday, John Dyer and I will be teaching a breakout session at the Men of Valor Conference. Our breakout will be held twice and will cover the following topic:

Staying Safe in a Digital World—Room C26 (upstairs) Morning & Afternoon Sessions
Speakers: Rhett Smith, MDiv, MSMFT, LMFT-A, Marriage & Family Therapist, Hope Works
John Dyer, Th.M., Director of Web Development, Dallas Theological Seminary

Description: Today’s technology can bring both blessings and curses. In this session, John and Rhett will talk theology, psychology, philosophy and practicality as it relates to technology and its effect on Men. You will gain greater understanding of how technology traps can be avoided as well as used for greater good. John and Rhett are both bloggers who use technology in creative ways to advance God’s truths.

The Cycle of Destruction, Praise and Redemption

I experienced lots of emotions during our time in Haiti. It felt like a roller coaster ride, and at one moment I was on the mountain top experiencing wonderful feelings of joy, and the next moment I was plummeted to the valley and felt despair.

It was up and down the entire time, and it has felt much that way since I have been home. This trip will take a lifetime to process, and I hope that it will continue to transform me. I hope that I continue to wrestle with what I experienced.

Destruction. Praise. Redemption.

Those are just three adjectives that I have been swirling around in my mind the entire time. Though you could not be physically present with us on the trip, I know many of you were there in spirit, and through your prayers.

I want to leave you with three videos that have resonated with me the most and I hope that they can move you to action.

Destruction

(The Drive through Port au Prince video by Adam McLane)

Praise

(Haitian worship service video by Lars Rood)

Redemption

(Redemption video by Ian Robertson)

Why Haiti? And What You Can Do

This last week of my life has been an unbelievable whirlwind of emotions and it’s going to take a long time for me to process everything that I have witnessed.

It was only two and half weeks ago that I received a phone call giving me 12 hours to see if I would be interested in joining an Adventures in Missions team going to Haiti from Februarly 11th—17th. So with the encouragement of my wife, family and friends, I have come full-circle.  And what began as as a time filled with anxiety and worry was transformed into a time of God’s presence to help see me (see us) through what was an exhausting, but life changing experience – and we hope a transformation that will continue to guide our lives.

I will continue to blog about this trip for a great time to come, but I want to leave you with a few key things.

Why did we come?
In hindsight I really look at our trip as fulfilling four basic purposes.

1.  To go out as a scout team and lay out the logistics for what we hope are lots and lots of youth ministry teams that will be heading this direction over the next year and for many years to come.

2.  To use social media to tell stories that could be communicated in real time to people back home — and through the stories hopefully help others to not only give of their financial resources, but to make a heart connection with the people of Haiti.

3.  To serve the people in Haiti, as we had great opportunity to do in tent camps, destroyed homes and crumbled churches.

4.  To be a resource and encourage others to come to Haiti to be God’s hands and feet, both spiritually and physically.

I can look at those four things and say that we were able to accomplish them, but our journey is only the beginning of the many journies we hope you and others take to Haiti.

The Team
I’m so thankful to have been part of an amazing team of servants, and I know that we will all continue to tell our stories, encourage you to come, and we all hope to return here soon as well.

Thanks to….
Anne Jackson, Lars Rood, Adam McLane, Ian Robertson, Jeremy Zach, Tim Schmoyer, Mark Oestreicher, Seth Barnes and Clint Bokelman.

You all were a great source of strength of encouragement, not only to me, but to the people you served in Haiti.  And it was beautiful to watch God work through you and touch so many live.

What You Can Do
If you have connected with the plight of the Haitian people, and you feel that God may be leading you to serve, then I want to encourage you to take action in one of many ways.

There are many things you can do (be creative), but here are a few that come to mind.

1.  You can pray.  Not just every once in a while but unceasingly.  The people of Haiti, and those down there helping need your prayers.

2.  You can support the work of organizations (prayerfully, financially, etc.) there on the ground who are making a difference.  A group like Adventures in Mission who we came down with.  Or people like Water Missions who we had the opportunity of connecting with.  Or YWAM has been serving the Haitian people since.  Or check out the work of Shaun King’s, A Home in Haiti.  Shaun was a great resource while we were in Haiti.  There are many good organizations, but make sure that the resources you provide are getting to the people.

3.  You can encourage someone you may know to come down here and serve by providing a scholarship for them.  What more amazing gift than to send someone down who can act as a servant of Christ, and as an advocate for the people — and return to share the stories and encourage you.

4.  You could come down and serve.  You could be that advocate.

We have been told time and time again by people living in Haiti that what we are witnessing is of huge historical scale – like nothing ever seen before in their country.  Never has there been this much devastation, followed by such a hopeful revival of faith in God.  Haitians who had never stepped foot in church before are now coming in by the 1000′s and there are amazing things happening that could forever change the foundation of Haiti.

You can be a part of that.

Whatever you do…do something.

For stories of our experiences you can continue to check out our blogs and our YMATH Facebook Page.

And if you have any questions or would like to talk to me personally about my experience and about what it would look like for you go down there, please contact me via this post and we can chat.

Haiti Day #4: Displaced People-Displaced God-Displaced Disciples

[image by Anne Jackson of tent city of 5000 in Marassa]

Displaced People
About one month ago one of the most horrific disasters in human history struck the small island of Haiti. In the wake of that destruction thousands upon thousands of lives were lost, and thousands upon thousands of people were displaced. We have had the unbelievable opportunity to walk among and pray and worship with these people who were displaced and have now found themselves sleeping in dirt fields, under tarps, in the rubble of former homes, and in open ravines that will be washed away during the rainy season starting next month. Piled into these tents are entire families ranging from five to twenty-five.

Displaced lives.

Displaced families.

In a displaced community.

Displaced God
One of the questions that has been going round and round in my mind is “How can these people who have suffered so greatly, worship and praise God in the midst of picking up the pieces? Because I’m not sure if I could do it. I’m not so sure that if such a tragedy came upon me that I would have even half of the hopeful spirit that the Haitians have displayed to us over and over again during our time here.

This spirit of hope and faith and love is not something that I saw on the news at night. It’s not a story you will read in the papers or online. While the rest of the mainstream media is talking about all of the destruction and mourning, they have failed to see the whole story. There has been no coverage of all the people pouring into churches by the thousands all over the city. Instead of a day of mourning, it has been days and days of hope and praise. A country in transition. In search of change.

How can the Haitians praise God when many of their lives have been destroyed, and they are deprived of basic needs like food, water, shelter, medical care and security?

I believe it’s because they, like us, worship a displaced God.

Immanuel.

God is with us.

God who took on flesh.

God who has experienced our pains.

“The Lord, whose compassion we want to manifest in time and place, is indeed the displaced Lord. Paul describes Jesus as the one who voluntarily displaced himself. ‘His state was divine, yet he did not cling to his equality with God but emptied himself to assume the condition of a slave, and became as we are’ (Phil. 2:6-7). A greater displacement cannot be conceived. The mystery of the incarnation is that God did not remain in the place that was proper for him but moved to the condition of a suffering human being. God gave up his heavenly place and took a humble place among mortal men and women. God displaced himself so that nothing human would be alien to him and he could experience fully the brokenness of our human condition….In the life of Jesus, we see how this divine displacement becomes visible in a human story….Jesus Christ is the displaced Lord in whom God’s compassion becomes flesh. In him, we see a life of displacement lived to the fullest. It is in following our displaced Lord that the Christian community is formed. (Compassion: A Reflection on the Christian Life by Nouwen, McNeill & Morrison, pp. 64-66)

Displaced Disciples
Displaced lives…who worship a displaced God…become a displaced community full of hope and joy.

That is what I believe. Because nothing else, beyond something supernatural can describe what I have seen and experienced these last few days.

This morning we walked into a tent city of approximately 5000 people who were living in a ravine that will be washed out in the next month. We were invited in this morning to pray for healing for these people. It was a humbling experience. We found ourselves walking down a windy dirt trail through tents (which are really torn tarps tied together), while smiling faces peeked out from them. The farther and farther I walked the louder and louder the music became, until finally I came to a make shift house of worship. They had brought in drums, and a keyboard and microphone (which ran on a gasoline powered generator).

In the midst of their displacement, they formed a house of worship in a sea of tents, spread out as far as the eye could see.

For a moment I had a glimpse of what it must have looked like for the LORD to lead the displaced Israelites through the desert.

As the music got louder and louder, more and more people began streaming through the aisles of tents and made their way into their house of worship. It was at that time that our team leader Seth Barnes tapped me and my friend Jeremy Zach on the shoulders and said we were going to be the pastors for the service.

As we made our way to the front I tried to figure out what I was going to say, but again, words were sparse. I simply told them that I was humbled to be in their midst. And though I have been a Christian my whole life, I have never experienced such an amazing time of worship. Moving out of the tent people streamed to us to pray for their healing and for an hour and half our entire team prayed non-stop for any individual or family that wanted prayer. It was non-stop.

There was tears.

There was laughter.

There was praise.

We — in our weak and vulnerable state, were simply able to be present with a displaced and hurting people. And in that community we came in

[video by Anne Jackson of people worshipping God in Marassa]

Haiti Day #3: Stripped of Everything But God

I have always been pretty good about being self-reliant. It’s an inheritenly deep American, Westernized trait that we forge our own paths, and pick ourselves up by our own bootstraps. And if you don’t, then often you are left behind, or looked down upon as if you have some sort of deficiency. And so that’s what I do…I rely on my skills and my gift sets. I use those things to help people. And to a degree, those are the tools that I brought to Haiti with me.

But what does one do when those things are stripped away?

When your ability to continually depend on you…yourself…are stripped away?

You break down and cry.

Okay, maybe not you, but that’s what I found myself doing today in front of a couple hundred Haitians underneath a dirty, makeshift church that was protected by the scorching sun by torn tarps.

It took me about a minute or so to gather myself on stage before I was able to bring forth the words that they had invited me to speak to them. And what’s a minute anyways when I had been asked to speak in the prior thirty seconds. That minute or so seemed uncomfortably long for my translator who was encouragining me to go on. If it was uncomfortable for him (as was the slow painful march to the front of the church) it felt both humiliating and freeing for me. And when I looked in the faces of the Haitians staring up at me, I knew we had connected on a much deeper and personal level than any of the words I could have spoken to them anyway.

In the quiet silence of the church, where only my sobbing could be heard, I was able to identify with their pain in a way that I didn’t think possible…and I believe they were thankful that I could mourn the loss of life with them…and then celebrate the living of life with them.

And now that all my self-reliant gifts and skills had instantly crumbled in front of me, there was only one thing that I could be dependent upon. And that one thing was the person who has always been there, and who I could always depend upon…if I only took the time to lay down my stuff and realize that the things he had given me (the gifts and skills) were to be subservient to him…not to be used in place of him. That one person is…

GOD.

He’s all I had left when I was standing there, when I had nothing to say to a people who have been devastated by one of the worst human tragedies in history.

I have preached in Brazil, India, Mexico, and several other countries. But I have never preached in the midst of such destruction. Never been in a situation where there is almost nothing to say. Up to this point everything I have preached almost seems like lip service (I know it’s not, but that’s how it felt). All one can do is pray, and hope, and love, and be a presence in the midst of people’s pain.

“The body is a unit, though it is made up of many parts; and though all its parts are many, they form one body. So it is with Christ.”

Those are the words I spoke when they finally broke free from my mouth. Except it was more of a rambling mess…but they must have gotten the idea because they were cheering and clapping and uttering all kinds of praises. These things were not directed at me of course, but to the reality that layed beyond…that I(we), and the Haitians are only parts of the larger body of Christ. And that when we as the members of the body, work together, it is God who brings about the restoration. Not me. Not we. Not us. GOD.

As I walked back to my chair after I finished speaking I sat there looking at all the hopeful Haitian faces in the audience, and I realized that it was THEY who had taught me an important lesson.

That it is GOD who we are dependent upon, and not ourselves. Their jubliant praying and worshipping in churches and streets all over Haiti the last three days taught me that.

And for them I am thankful.

I only hope that in my short time with them, I have been able to transform their lives as much as they have mine. And that GOD will continue to transform us both.

Thank you to my preaching partnersLars Rood, Anne Jackson and Jeremy Zach. Thank you for adding to the work of the body of Christ.

(Re)Birth in the Chaos of Haiti






Today has been almost indescribable. After each experience I found myself trying to process what was taking place, and just when I thought I had a good enough grasp on how to try and convey it into words — the scene switched and a completely new experience — a completely new paradigm had been opened up to me. And then words failed.

As we were driving into Port au Prince, our ten passenger van, which was in a three car caravan felt like a slow moving tank into a war zone. Because that’s what it looked like. If you sometimes wonder what you see on the news is as bad as it looks — it is. But it’s even worse in person, because at home I’m without the context, but today I was in the midst of it. I saw the look of despair in their eyes, heard the songs of hope in worship, shook hands, played with kids and even held a baby born five days after the earthquake. As we slowly wound through the streets of Port au Prince, the thought that kept coming to my mind was the way the character in Joseph Conrad’s novel the Heart of Darkness slowly winded his way down the river, edging ever and ever closer to the darkness and despair that laid before him. But instead of finding darkness, we ran into hope. Thousands and thousands of people gathered all over the city in one group after another crying out to God in prayer, worshipping in song and dancing in the streets.

I stood on top of one house, watching a group of about ten-thousand Haitians worshipping anywhere they could in close proximity to the church. I almost expected some people to lower a friend through the roof of the church so that they could be healed. I saw a man standing in a tall tree, just hoping that he could get a glimpse of the prayer service. And I was mobbed by tons of people in a refugee camp, as they frantically asked the translator if I could take their names, write down their needs and bring them help.

I think if I could sum up the day, I don’t think I could adequately do it in my own words, but I think that I can’t do it with an expression of an image that I experienced today. When words fail, sometimes we have to point to symbols, or images, something to express that which transcends our speech. Our churches are full of symbols to help point us to something beyond ourselves –things we can’t get a handle on with our finite minds. Things like communion, baptism, crucifixion and resurrection.

In our very last stop I came across a 40 year old man who was very friendly, and ultimately asked us if he could take us to show us where he lived. As he got out of his chair and began to walk with us I heard a cry from a little girl. It was his little one year old daughter who was worried that her father was going to leave her sitting there with her grandma. So he picked her up to go with us and it very much reminded me of my little daughter at home who is always so eager to go places with me. As we (Anne Jackson, our translator Augustave and myself) walked with them he commented how thankful he was that we were there and that we were always welcome. We turned down a side street full or rubble and walked up to his house that had pretty much collapsed in the earthquake. And it was there in the rubble he told us that the baby his wife was holding was born. Five days after the earthquake a new life was born in the midst of chaos and destruction. Five days after the earthquake, a new life brought hope to a family that was in despair. And now this little baby, barely a month old, for me was a symbol of life resurrected in the middle of all the death.

That’s what I will remember about today.

Even though it was a hard day.

Even though there was crumbled buildings.

I will remember the life and hope that was present in the people we came across.

When I asked the father if he was scared, or if he was overwhelmed by the experience of having a baby in the aftermath of a national and personal tragedy — he looked at me and said that it was in God’s timing. God brought his baby into this world at the right time.

“One of the most powerful experiences in a life of compassion is the expansion of our hearts into a world-embracing space of healing from which no one is excluded. When, through discipline, we have overcome the power of our impatient impulses to flee or to fight, to become fearful or angry, we discover a limitless space into which we can welcome all the people of the world.” (Compassion: A Reflection on the Christian Life: Nouwen, McNeill & Morrsion, pp. 109)

Redemption in Haiti

Rudy was a Haitian man that we met today in a field hospital in Jiminia, Dominican Republic. He was recovering from injuries he sustained in Port-au-prince, Haiti during the January 12th earthquake. Sitting next to him is his girlfriend.

Just blew my mind…there wasn’t a dry eye around.

Naked and Vulnerable: First Day in Haiti



“Prayer requires that we stand in God’s presence with open hands, naked and vulnerable, proclaiming to ourselves and to others that without God we can do nothing. This is difficult in a climate where the predominant counsel is, ‘Do your best and God will do the rest.’” (Compassion: A Relfection on the Christian Life by Nouwen, McNeill & Morrison, pp. 104)

I love Nouwen’s words above, because from the moment our van left Santo Domingo at 5:30am this morning, on the road to Haiti….I have pretty much felt naked and vulnerable. I think a lot of my anxiety was that for the first time I was not leading a trip, but was going as a participant. It’s different when you lead. You organize details, you encourage the other participants…and in so doing, I have found that it’s easier to be removed from engaging others. It’s easier to hide behind details, itineraries and agendas. You are too busy in charge of others, to actually have to engage anyone on a real meaningful level.

Our first stop was in a hosptial where hundreds of relief workers, doctors and nurses were treating all the wounded Haitians. I found myself on the edge of that experience most of my time there, but was enjoying playing with the kids. First stop, not too bad.

Our second stop was in another church/hospital compound that was run by the pastor, his wife and lots of volunteer doctors and nurses. Again I found myself on the edge of the experience until we walked inside to take a tour of the hospital and talk with the patients. In the very back room we met a woman who was sitting on the edge of her bed recovering from her wounds after being bruied for almost two days in all the rubble. We asked if she wanted to share her story. She told us about her house shaking, and how when the roof collapsed she was holding her twin baby boys (17 months old). Both boys died and she talked of one boy breaking into three pieces, and then having to “throw away”the other baby as he was crushed against her chest. In her eyes was such hope and peace as she talked about calling out the name of Jesus for help. She went on to say that her husband ran away because he thought she had died, along with his two sons, and his sister-in-law. When we asked about her husband the quiet man sitting in a chair behind her moved forward to sit on the bed with his wife.

We began to pray for them both, all 10-15 of us Americans, along with other Haitians and Dominicans. We stood there, hands on them, praying for about things that none of us can ever understood. And then in the overwhelming grief of the husband he began to rock back and forth, shake, and cry out,“Why Jesus, Why Jesus, Why Jesus, Why Jesus” — over and over and over again. I have been in lots of hospital rooms, and even spent 5 years in the hospital rooms of my mom as she was dying of breast cancer. I remember being next to her after she had died, consumed with my own grief as was everyone else in the room. But in all my years I have never been witness to someone so overcome by grief. It’s the type of grief that you picture an Old Testament character experiencing after the loss of their entire family, wherein they strip off their clothes to cover themselves in sackcloth and ashes and sit down in their grief. I stood in silence, stunned, unable to offer forth any words. We all stood in silence.

Then I knew…and I think we all knew…that this experience was just the beginning of what the rest of our time in Haiti would be like. A mixture of hope and grief. Sadness and joy. Tears and laughter.

Much more happened after this trip but I hardly feel like I can do it justice in my own words. But what we did experience was much of the same. Lots of laughter and hope, and lots of tears and despair. We sat with about 45 Haitian pastors later in the afternoon, hearing their stories, praying for them, strategizing with them, and passing out supplies that we had brought. But when we left that place the only image seared on my mind was that of a young Haitian pastor who talked of losing his wife in the earthquake, and who is alone now taking care of their 8 month old baby.

I tried to approach today with hands open, and Christ met me there, in all my nakedness and vulnerability. And it was through him that others saw hope and love…not through any skills or gifts I could offer.

I appreciate your prayers and encouragement on the journey. It’s fun checking in on Facebook and Twitter to see that I’m not alone on this trip.

“Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn.”

You can follow my trip on Twitter, my Facebook page, our group Facebook page.

And if you are interested in coming to Haiti to serve, or want to donate money, check out Adventures in Missions who is leading this trip.

[the image is of one of the Haitian pastors taking supplies we brought back to his community]

Travel Day: Hands Open

Today was a long but amazing day so far. It started at 4:00am as I drove down the North Dallas Tollway as fresh snow was covering the road. A beautiful, but unexpected surprise. I picked up Lars Rood and we took a flight to Miami where we met the rest of our team, and flew to Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic for the rest of the day and night. The day began in snow and ended on a sunny beach surrounded by blue water. Such a contrast.

It was a great day of bonding with the other team members, eating dinner and sharing each of our stories for a few hours. I’m now sitting in my room with my two roommates Tim Schroyer and Ian Robertson, writing this blog, and getting ready for a night of rest before we head out at 5:30am and head across the border into Haiti.

I’m not really sure what to suspect, and even though I have watched the news, and talked with others who have been to Haiti in the last few weeks — I know that I won’t be fully prepared for what lays ahead. Some of the stories that we have heard from others today during our travel time has reminded me that though we have a schedule, we need to also remain open to how God might use us along this journey. Tomorrow will definitely be a day of contrasts as we move from the Dominican Republic into Haiti.

I will be sharing a little bit of what I”ve learned each day — sharing some of my experiences, and hopefully what I share in the process will be encouraging to you.

My stomach has been filled with a lot of anxiety ever since I made the decision two weeks ago to come to Haiti. I’ve led dozens of trips to various parts of the world, but this trip is different, and with that newness, comes different feelings, different worries, and new anxieties.

I’m full of anticipation for how God might use us in the next week.

Im full of excitement for the team that I’m so humbled to be a part of.

And I’m trying to approach these next few days with hands wide open as our team leader Seth Barnes talked about over dinner tonight. When we have things in our hands, then they are not free to receive. So I know I come to Haiti with my hands full of lots of stuff. Some good, and others not so good. Sometimes they are full of worries, busy schedules, anger, exhaustion, dreams — and lots of other things. But I’m praying that as I travel this week that I will slowly let go of the things that I’m holding onto — the things that my fists are clenched around. And in so doing, I pray that my open hands will be able to receive far more than I had ever expected, and that they will also be free to serve those that I come into contact each day.

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