Last night I watched and listened as someone stopped believing in the potential to change Haiti.
I watched a young man who has spent the entire past year, on top of a lifetime here, fighting to love others and react differently and plant vision and push through difficulty….I heard a tone in his voice as it cracked and broke and the sound of hopelessness.
Changing dreams and vision, “I always said that everyone wanted to leave Haiti but I would stay. That I could visit other places but I’d always come back here because there is work to be done. I can’t. I can always visit, but I can’t stay here.”
In the middle of pain, hurt, the reality of day to day, the way that corrupt systems trap people in the middle of a rock and a hard place, he kept talking. Saying things I have never heard from him. It all came out at once.
“Haiti resembles a place to put your cattle and goats. It’s not for people.”
This is not said lightly. This is not said after the first hardship. This is not a rambling talk to a group of people. This was one person, in a moment of hurt and weakness and exhaustion, being done. He literally said, “I’ve been trying to have strength, and I know God gives it, but I am done. I don’t have strength anymore. I can’t find strength anymore.”
I say this because we must hear this.
We cannot imagine.
Our presence, our encouragement, our prayer matters.
Deep, deep truths and pushing to CHRIST matters. Christ – and a deep theology that includes suffering – is a MUST. It is not an option and stopping at efforts to love and give without this leaves people at the end of themselves.
These emotions will come to everyone. Betrayal and corruption and jealousy and even just the strain of poverty are so real.
We MUST come alongside.
This is why your presence matters.
This is why disciple making matters.
This is why staying in hard places matters.
This is why experience trips and connections in partnership matter. Our American worldview cannot comprehend the hurt and hardship. I’m not talking food and water and heat – I’m talking people and systems and communities and family. Both the beauty and heartbeat of it all and the very thing that can eat and destroy your courage and wring you out when it is filled with darkness and not light.
Syrian disciples and the less than 2% of disciples in Turkey may comprehend this worldview. Inner city pastors wrung out in the middle of relationships with addicts and broken family cycles may comprehend it. I could start listing but the point is so many of us, including myself, need to hear the worldview of our brothers and sisters.
I have been here about three years and am just STARTING to comprehend it (and let me tell you…just starting to comprehend is heavy. I cannot imagine a lifetime).
There is a hope and Jesus is SO real and active and God will not leave or forsake and there is an active plan and purpose even in this. I do not want to post this and leave everyone feeling hopeless.
I don’t want to post this and say it’s the end for my friend – that he won’t be infused with strength yet again by the Holy Spirit.
As he says “Mw pa kapab anko”, my heart shatters for how he feels now and my soul clings to Jesus and says, “Please do your work”. (Mw pa kapab anko – I cannot anymore)
I KNOW that the light shines in the darkness and the darkness cannot distinguish it.
But as we talk redeeming spaces…oh, friends. Oh, community. I want to be real and open you to this glimpse.
This is why we beg for your prayers, thank you with no words sufficient for you doing life with us, and why it must be Jesus. There is no other.
This is not the end of the story. The end of the story is in Revelation 22, “No longer will there be a curse on anything…”
But it is a part of the story. And I want to share it as 1 Corinthians 12 talks about the body of Christ… “This makes for harmony among the members, so that the members care for each other. If one part suffers, all the parts suffer with it, and if one part is honored, all the parts are glad.”
I am the queen of rabbit trails. It’s the way my brain works, stemming off from one topic to another and thinking about expanded perspective and every side of the prism being seen. I am either very quiet and avoiding small talk, or I am a never ending flow of words if we’re talking about something I care about. No middle ground some days.
So it’s fitting that I’m often caught and brought into a truth on the way to another thing I am looking into.
Tonight I’m on the way to encouragement and depth as I am discouraged and my heart and mind need refreshed cause we’re on this side of the new earth and heaven. People are hard to do life with, and I am hard to do life with when I get inside my head too much. People hurt people sometimes, especially hurting people. People misunderstand, especially when you’re trying to aim at Jesus – the ultimate example of being misunderstood (His own BFFs and life on life community…..SO often on a different page).
Here’s the point:
I’m flipping there,
and I pass the book of Jonah,
and once again I am reminded that He is furiously chasing after lost people and will do what it takes to extend OCEANS of grace and mercy. And I am a part of that story. And we will keep going.
Cause it’s about the Ninevites.
And He clearly says that they are worth it.
One of the best things I’ve heard on the pro-life/pro-choice topic – don’t be half in. Go to the end, the logical results.
My feeds are quickly blowing up with news of this new bill.
Please, please, please…..there are adoptions and foster children who need you to step up for the other side of pro-life.
There are young men and young women who would be transformed by models sacrificing time and resources to be a part of their life – whether it’s a program like Big Brother, Big Sister or simply your neighbor.
Men – hold your peers up to a standard of respecting and fighting for women.
Women – stop fighting and comparing. Fight to be family with other women, especially young women.
No matter what your stance is on pro-life or pro-choice – I believe that pro-life going to the furthest ends of the consequences and effects and far reaches of what “pro-life” talks about is something everyone would agree on in redeeming spaces.
For me, this has looked like the risk of personally seriously investing in young women who turned to young mothers after saying no to back alley abortions they were considering. I never planned on investment, I planned on “loving”…praying….and then you can’t deny opportunities in front of you that if you don’t step up, who will? This demands time. It demands resources. It demands patience. It demands slowing down. It demands my agenda being second. It means lots of grace with myself, it means this “I’m not really a kid person” girl is now the one holding the kiddos on Monday nights. It is worth it. Spaces are redeemed. Christ does SO much with action louder than opinion.
Long term partnership means that because of strong and sacrificial core, I can get all teary eyed as I look at pictures of adorable pictures of TiKris on her 18th birthday. I’ve known her since she was 14 and her eyes lit up learning she was born almost exactly when my brother was. Before she knew she’s be a mother so young, before she had to leave school – which she wasn’t taking super seriously anyway. Before she knew she was going to be a Young Lights leader, or the girl that races ahead of any North American girls studying Beth Moore’s Esther…she is always days ahead as she soaks up learning about God’s character and plan for his daughters. Before I fell in love with her hilarious son because he was just a thought. Before she would ever dare meeting up with friends, teenage girls, as school starts to pray together to start the day. Before seeing her responsibly take on jobs and thrive in organizing sponsorship (she does jobs way better than we can!). Before knowing she was going to be living on her own (without either parent, just siblings and cousins) before she’d be allowed to drive back in Ohio.
Oh. My. Heart. I am so thankful for the people who PRAY and GIVE and ENCOURAGE and so much more to be a part of this family doing life together. We are not changing Haiti and bringing a 10 million person revolution all at once or saving lives or inventing hope (God was in Haiti before we learned it was not in Africa), but we ARE learning. We are being present – and saying sorry when we are not good at being present. We are watching others fall in love with Jesus and then themselves, and then flourish in that space. We are doing life ALONGSIDE of and laughing at water fights and playing soccer where we probably shouldn’t. We are eating banana bread and learning how to make it together, and not being offended when American spaghetti is considered gross and clearly not enjoyed. We are shocked at our love for crushed cornmeal and bean sauce, and we have learned to make juices that scream “Caribbean livin’!” on a Saturday morning. We are praying for and learning how to make spaces where real conversations can happen and a counter cultural welcoming atmosphere can become the norm. We are praying against fear to keep loving people even though long term means being here long enough to get hurt as well.
Some days I feel useless and like I’ve accomplished nothing…in fact, I think that the only thing I have done is hurt with all my mishaps and all (those are lies, I know – but they are real). Today I am reminded of what it is about.
She hasn’t stopped by yet as I work on “office stuff” downstairs and check in on my monthly support, seeing where I am at with goals for January that haven’t been met yet. I am SO excited that the gap is decreasing! I dread asking. I will do it anyway cause really, what’s the worst that can happen? You think I’m in it for the money? One of the things we pray is to let go of approval of man – maybe that is why I have been stitched together to fit into a space where I have to fundraise!
So, here’s the other side of long term partnership – the underside, the gears the make the watch tick:
I am only $724 per month away from my goals!
That means if all of the individual who partner with me increased their partnership by $5 (we used to say “a burrito at Chipotle….those days are long over. Dezole),
1 individual (or business) partnered for $100 a month,
1 individual partnered for $75 a month,
2 individuals partnered for $50 a month,
and 3 individuals partnered for $25 a month…
I would be SET! For leading Compassion Corp, connecting with amazing young leaders who are going against this culture’s grain and passionately planning study for their peers week to week, dreaming and implementing more sustainable ways to partner, helping manage experience teams, learning and growing with pastors and the community, and all we are led to do in transforming spaces – we’d be 100%!
So I’m sharing for those of you looking for a place to make a difference that is deeper than a donation into a big organization, one that you aren’t sure where it ends up. This partnership would go straight to me and look like relationships, maintenance, logistics, communication, and planning for dreaming for the future with young adults. I write on this topic that will make people close the tab and keep browsing because somewhere out there, God’s tugging on hearts for the next place to come alongside. My place is to let people know, cause we’ve been praying for this support to come in!
Thanks for loving me, for encouraging me, for reading, for messaging, for supporting, for PRAYING. Thanks for sharing this blog when you consider it something you want others to read and thanks for commenting encouragement. If you are still reading this, thanks for sticking to the end of the blog! You can e-mail me at email@example.com to connect on this, or you can comment, or you can check out the website for Breathe here! (I am Stephanie Taylor).
Have a great weekend, y’all!
I cannot imagine losing one of my teenage brothers. My heart aches for sisters all over America.
I want to use my voice to say that I am sure it is not a light thing to be the one who has to make the split second decision that an officer is trained to make, decisions that are necessary to train for in their dangerous and self-sacrificing line of work.
I also want to use my voice to say that it is not fair that I do not have to have the same fears as others about my brothers being exactly what they are – teenage boys.
Because my brothers have white skin and blue eyes, their towering height is not perceived as a threat as quickly to strangers.
Because my brothers have white skin and blue eyes, their stupid decisions (because all individuals under the age of 25 haven’t fully developed parts of the brain that think long term) have a lower risk of them ending as a statistic or a hashtag.
Because my brothers have white skin and blue eyes, you don’t double check your locks or avoid eye contact. You aren’t conscious of the bag you are carrying when they pass you on the sidewalk.
Because my brothers have white skin and blue eyes, hoodies and being out late at night are a part of life that is associated with being typical, not being criminal.
Because my brothers have white skin and blue eyes, I want to celebrate every time that they seek to learn from others.
Because my brothers have white skin and blue eyes, I value every experience that increases their celebration of diversity and brings perspective to their worldview.
Because my brothers have white skin and blue eyes, I will get uncomfortable and risk the push back of a controversial post.
Because my brothers have white skin and blue eyes, I will annoy them with taking up an afternoon or two with explaining systemic racism and the jump start we have with our lighter skin – our ancestors were most likely getting educated and employed while our friend’s ancestors were building this country with their blood and children and no credit for it.
Because my brothers have white skin and blue eyes, I pray that they are growing to have genuine, deep, life-sharing friendships with people of all walks of life.
Because my brothers have white skin and blue eyes, I will ask them if they want to purposely eat at a restaurant where we may meet someone who just moved to America, or whose family sacrificed everything to get them here when they were a child.
Because my brothers have white skin and blue eyes, I will pray for wisdom with my passion as it tends to act before I pray – I want to model how to advocate and not stay silent, but I don’t want to walk all over others and thus be a noisy gong.
Because my brothers have white skin and blue eyes, I started writing this blog when there was a sister who lost her brother in Central Ohio last week. I saved it as a draft. I don’t want to get in the mix, start comments, or speak when I know so little.
Because my brothers have white skin and blue eyes – silence is a privilege that I have the option to sit in. I am not perfect. I do not know everything to say here. I may easily get facts wrong or rub someone the wrong way.
But if I would argue so fiercely that you should not choose silence with the gospel just because there is always more to learn, always a question you will not be able to answer – how in the world can I justify choosing silence on an issue that is clearly a part of a holistic gospel?
I want to be a part of redeeming spaces.
I want to be a part of this space being redeemed.