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Hey everyone,

First of all I want to thank all of you who have been praying and asking God to lead me in all ways.

Last week I got the opportunity to go and minister to Dajabon, a city located by the Haitian border. The main goal was to go and minister in Haiti and that would be (kind of) my first time out of the country.

So I want to tell you my experience and how God used these 5 days for his Glory.

I visited Dajabon 3 years ago and the time I spent in Haiti was literally 30 minutes. When I was there I met the pastor of a church that Mike – my mentor- used to work with.

So as I wanted to do some mission work in a foreign country I thought of that pastor, but he was in Puerto Rico, so I could never contact him. I e-mailed him but again never got an answer, I took some money with me and got on the bus to Dajabon, not knowing anyone there, expecting that I would find some members of that church.

It took me 13 hours to get there. Now I’m at a city that I don’t remember at 7 pm, it’s dark, it’s raining, and I’m hungry, still I’m not scared….yet.

I asked a couple people if they knew Roberto the Puerto Rican Pastor, but no one could give me an answer.

Suddenly while I‘m walking in the streets an old men in a motorcycle asked me if I was lost, I explained him that was looking for this pastor and he offered me to take me to a neighbour of him who is a Christian lady. The lady didn’t know the pastor but she knew where the church was. Then she sent me with friend of her who knew where the church was, on the way the guy stopped to do some personal errands and a lady passed by greeting with the phrase “God bless you” as I knew she was a Christian too I asked her if she knew Roberto, she happened to be the co-pastor’s wife.

Yaniro was not informed of my arrival as I thought, so I showed up and He warmly welcomed me.

The next day I was taken to a local radio station program held by the pastor of the church, where I was interviewed. During that, someone listening to the program called to ask a question, it was Andres, a good friend of mine who used to live in a town 25 KM from my house and now he was working in Dajabon!! After visiting him at his work place I head to Haiti. There I prayed for the church building, I tried to use the little French I knew to talk with kids from the school that the church had there, And then I helped a missionary crew from Chile and Peru that was visiting Haiti giving people food and clothes.

 

Even thou there was a big tropical storm going on during those days, I had an awesome time praying with the neighbours around the church I was staying in. Me and Geraldo, a Haitian deacon of the church, went around town while it rained singing and worshiping God in the streets.

Also we went to “Los Miches” a community located in a highway; there Geraldo and I interceded for that community as well.

In that community I met Ana a middle age lady that as soon as we showed up in the house she told us how painful was her leg. So we started praying for her and then she started feeling so happy, and I felt God leading me to read Philippians 3 and how Paul was content in all situations. She expressed her joy with a prayer to God with tears in her eyes. It reminded me again of Philippians 4; 1

At night I would either attend to church prayer meetings, or go around town to pray for the brothers and sisters of that church.

It was a definitely great time up there, there are a lot of small things that happened and things that I learned up there that this blog wouldn’t be enough to explain them all.

Still while in Haiti could feel the spiritual/social oppression they are in.

The rate of education is a lot lower than any other country in America, ergo delinquency is very frequent especially in border cities, which raises the prejudice that we have of them. Everyone feels afraid to go in there, and Dominicans are extremely racist towards Haitians in general.

 

Voodoo and other witchcraft rituals are very common, however the awareness of spiritual warfare within the church is a lot stronger than in other Latin American churches (especially Dominican). They just need our help, in prayers and work.

Finally I want to thank all of those that make my time there to be so amazing.

And thank God for using me to expand His Kingdom.