Haiti : Day 7

The following is a transcript of my journal entries chronicling the events of my first mission trip (with wife in tow) to Croix Des Bouquets, Haiti:


June 22 / 2014
Day 7, Sunday


We rose early today. Unfortunately we had to leave before breakfast due to the time constraints imposed by the logistics of multiple ministry sites. I was slated to speak at the same church that had previously hosted the women’s conference, so I welcomed that familiarity. I gave a message entitled “The Way of A Spiritual People” that discussed the topic of Christian unity. It was well received, especially by the Pastor (given his words of praise). Our team did engage in hands on ministry which the congregation was hungry for. After the service a woman brought her daughter to our team for prayer; it was reported to us that she suffered frequent attacks by a spirit that would “posses” her. With my wife taking point along with myself and the majority of the team, we ministered deliverance. The unclean spirit began to manifest initially, she then fell out in the spirit shortly after. When we concluded our ministry, we all felt that progress had been made, yet we were all too aware that her deliverance was not complete (many of us suspect a generational issue). It is clear to me that I have a lot of maturing to do in this type of ministry.

The churches Worship Team.

Poor pic: Myself and translator.

After the morning meetings concluded the teams returned for an afternoon of “down time”. We fellowshipped recounting the days ministry events and partook in lunch. Some also attended the optional teaching session on “The Holy Spirit”. As an unexpected bonus several of the translators brought in some souvenirs for us to purchase (with a significant price hike no doubt) as safety concerns relegated us to the confines of the hotel grounds. We opted to rest and prepare ourselves for the last crusade that evening, our minds beginning to drift homeward.

We experienced some hostilities in travel to the crusade grounds, which placed many on edge. This caused us to remain in a “tighter” group for the remainder of the evening, but after binding the spirit of fear we once again were ready to pursue all that God had in store for us. Regardless of the opposition, we continued to see many healings and people being set free from the varying devices of the enemy.

The young man in the hat befriended us on the last few crusades.

One of our translators (the white shirt) taking a photo.

The evenings debrief found us reflecting on the week’s events. It has been one wild ride to be sure! By way of overview, we collectively survived: random power outages, rashes, spider bites, viral infections, diarrhea, one broken arm, natural hostilities, and spiritual opposition. In spite of all these; what we accomplished both spiritually and naturally was worth more than any temporary infirmity we endured. Experiences were shared, friendships made, and most importantly God moved in such a way that none will soon forget.

Luther.

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