This is my topic for VBS. For those of you who don’t know what that means, each year at VBS (in America called church camp), we have classes starting at 10 am. There are four classes: 7 and down (usually 50-60 kids), 8-12 (usually 80-110 kids), 13-21ish (usually 160-200), and adults (usually however many can be there and not working with their respective churches).
In 2007, we taught on Paul’s life. His shipwreck, etc. Last year, we did something in my opinion that was way too deep in studying the seven “I am” statements of Christ. I mean, they were ok, but nothing like storytelling.
So this year, we are bringing the Old Testament to meet the New Testament. Dad informed me that most of the time, they don’t hear many of the Old Testament stories (because most of the people don’t even own a Bible. When they do, it’s usually just a NT.) Nonetheless, we’re connecting Old Testament passages to Christ.
When I found this out, I jumped on the chance to teach about Christ and the Passover. I know I am taking in some red powdered paint in order to show the blood applied to the doorposts. Other than that though, I am still up in the air. I am trying to figure out exactly what to teach and how to go about it. It’s difficult, because I don’t want to go over their heads. Likewise, I am teaching through an interpreter. Object lessons are great, so the paint is good, but even beyond that, I am trying to figure out the essentials to teaching the Passover and connecting it to Christ.
Any thoughts? They’d be greatly appreciated.
Other than that…it’s 9 days away. I wish Lindsey could go with me. We expected her to have a job, but unfortunately none came available. She is working at a consignment shop the week I am gone owned by a lady in the church, so that is definitely awesome. We looked at tickets to come down with me….700 bucks. I’d love to take her, but without a job, almost $1000 total trip seems risky to me. Me and my logical financial decisions…I’ll tell ya, sometimes it gets me in trouble.
This also means I have nine days to rid myself of the Bubonic Plague or whatever it is I have (in America, I think it’s called the common cold). This morning, I was expecting to be almost fully recovered, but my throat is still tender, I’m still fatigued, and I still cough up fun colors. Maybe tomorrow?
Until next time, keep reading. Every day that I sit in my office, I see my map of Haiti on the wall. I know that a lot of people who read this blog are probably confused with my obsession. I read lots of blogs of missionaries in Haiti, and they are passionate as can be. People read mine, I live in Indiana, and it’s all I want to talk about. There’s a huge hole in my heart for that country. The people that I have met have blessed my life. I’ve talked to people who have gone in with us before, and they get back and question whether or not their money they used for a plane ticket could better be used.

This question has always confused me. I don’t know how people can go to Haiti, spend a week worshipping God with other believers, and come back questioning whether or not it was worth it.
When there, I catch a glimpse of Heaven it seems.
People from every tribe, tongue, and nation around the throne of God. I see the smile that it puts on people’s faces that the “blanc” has come to visit and teach the Bible. But for me, it does so much more. Isn’t that the way that missions trips go?
We go to be a blessing, and come back with tenfold the blessing we intended to give. Oh, we silly American Christians.
So here’s Haiti. Poor. Lost. Sad. Disease. Malnutrition. Right? I look at it in a completely different light than most people, I recognize. I’ve experienced God and His love in ways down there I would have never imagined. In fact, in comparison to America, I’ve felt God in services there, in the two weeks I’ve spent down there, than I have in a lifetime in America. Why? Hunger. Not physically, but spiritually. So why do I love Haiti? Why do I talk about it non-stop. Why do I waste time in my office looking at hundreds of photos
when I could be doing something else? Why not? The place has impacted me. My spiritual life is much better because of the country. My heart longs to be with the people, because God uses them to challenge me spiritually. God uses them to bless me spiritually. It’s amazing really. I can’t really explain it.
I just use this blog to try.