Two years ago I somehow found myself in the mountains of Haiti and my life was changed forever. One of my daily prayers since that trip has been “Lord, please get me back to Kay Mari.” Five weeks ago, that prayer was answered and our team of six missionaries began the journey to Kay Mari Manman Tout Timoun.
I have tried to write this reflection countless times since returning; struggling to find words that will properly communicate the experience. I haven’t been able to find the right words, so instead, for now, I’ll settle for a few good-but-not-quite-right words.
When Jesus saw him lying there and knew that he had been ill for a long time, he said to him, “Do you want to be well?” – John 5:6
Three days ago, I had been encouraged to join a few friends in my young adult group to do some community outreach. When my friend, Zack, first mentioned to me the nature of the activity, I wasn’t sure it was something I particularly felt comfortable doing. Yet there I was, finding myself in the company of five men, my brothers in the community, walking around the streets of West Baltimore. I was the token 5-foot-tall Asian girl, holding a white placard with the bold scribble “Romans 1:16” among a crowd of (tall) men who were carrying food items and water, vouching for my safety as we moved along. Continue reading