As we sat in the living room with empty looks and awkward silences, we questioned how these next few days were going to play out. We were sure that God had called us there and we were sure that His will would be done, but feeling the language barrier and culture gap, we weren’t exactly sure why or how. Through translated conversations and jumbled introductions, common themes began to rise to the surface. A love for children, a desire to uplift the generations, a hope for Haiti. It quickly became clear that nothing, no language, no culture, no gender or age can stand in the way of Christ’s call.
“God doesn’t speak Creole or Spanish or English, but He speaks love” -Woodki
It’s amazing what a simple game can do. The timidity of the team began to fall away as we walked outside to begin our first game. Explaining the rules and hoping for the best, we were amazed when Creole began pouring from each and every mouth. Fabnise, our translator, tried her best to keep up, but their eager and excited remarks and overwhelming comments and questions were too much for her. We all laughed. We laughed and laughed, excited for what God had in store for us for the next few days and amazed at how we could have questioned what He had called us to. Playing game after game, friendships began to form, barriers were broken, and the unity of Christ became clear.
God’s faithfulness was abundantly clear in these couple of days. From the simple details to big ideas, God revealed his power in every single one of our prayers. Though our plans did not play out perfectly, His did, and we praise Him knowing that his will is more effective, more perfect, and simply greater than our own.