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Haiti is more--period.
Ironically, we typically focus on how Haiti is less--
- Less rich
- Less stable
- Less comfortable
- Less safety
- Less accommodating
- Etc.
But I believe that Haiti is more. Look at that list again. We can all agree it. Haiti is--
- More poverty
- More instability
- More discomfort
- More danger
- More harsh
- Etc.
- I've experienced more failure since moving to Haiti than ever before.
- I've experienced more pain than ever before.
- But it's not all bad, I've also experienced more joy.
- The days are longer here.
- The nights are louder.
- Haitians work harder than any people group I've ever met.
- But they have taught me so much about rest as well.
- Spicy foods are spicier here (thank you Andreline).
- Sweet drinks are sweeter here (thank you Tampico).
- I could go on.
It's like we've covered life with a blanket to make it softer but lost its shape in the process.
It's like we've processed life into a fast-food hamburger. It's predictable, but lost its flavor.
It's like we've built a road up the mountain of life. The climb is easier, but it's lost its meaning.
It's like we've added guardrails to the scenic router. Sure it's safer, but the views not as good.
We do all these things in attempt to make life better. But then we experience a place like Haiti and we realize that softer, easier, predictable, safer are not better-- they aren't more-- they are actually less.

2 comments:
I have always told people when they ask me about Haiti that "Haiti is real." It is current. It is now. It is daily bread kind of place requireing a daily bread kind of faith.
you really nailed it with that thought. I often describe Haiti as Beauty and Tragedy living as partners. It's a hard place to live. People always ask my why I chose Haiti. I always laugh and tell them, "You don't choose Haiti, Haiti chooses you" I mean, who in there right mind, knowing the circumstances of life here, would pick this? But once here, you can't stop wanting to be here. Every time I go home for a visit, the island calls me back, the people call me back, the children call me back. It is in my heart. God has placed it in my heart.
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