Mission to Haiti, Summer 2025: A Journey of Trial, Faith, and Renewal

I must begin with an apology for the lateness of this report. The experience itself was of such depth—humanly, spiritually, and materially—that I have needed time to reflect before putting it into words.

What follows is not merely an account of travel, but the testimony of a mission that tested every limit of endurance while revealing, at every turn, the sustaining grace of God.

The Long Road Home: Crossing the Border

I departed for Haiti on June 28, 2025. Because of ongoing political instability and security concerns, direct flights were extremely difficult to secure. I chose instead to fly into Puerto Plata in the Dominican Republic—a coastal city that became the first threshold of my return to the land of my birth.

From there, I traveled northward by taxi to Dajabón, the Dominican border town facing Haiti. The border itself—both a physical crossing and a symbolic passage—was a sobering reminder of the fragile reality in which the Haitian people now live.

Crossing into Ouanaminthe on the Haitian side, I immediately boarded a crowded bus bound for Cap-Haïtien. The roads were long and uneven, requiring immense patience, resilience, and faith. Yet even in the physical hardship, I felt a profound sense of purpose.

The North: Cultivating Kingdom Leaders

After arriving in the North, I spent a week preparing for a leadership seminar in L’Acul-du-Nord, near Cap-Haïtien.

These seminars, held during the final week of July, focused on Christian leadership and the evangelical mandate of stewardship—the responsibility entrusted to us by God to care faithfully for His people and His creation.

The hunger for teaching among the participants was deeply moving. Many had endured years of uncertainty, poverty, and disruption, yet their spiritual resolve remained completely unbroken.

The South: Water, Education, and Renewal

Following our time in the North, I undertook the difficult journey to the southern region of Haiti. Domestic air travel within the country is highly unpredictable, but by God’s grace, I secured a small aircraft flight to Les Cayes. From there, I traveled by tap-tap—the colorful public transport that serves as the lifeline of Haitian mobility—to Petit-Goâve.

Petit-Goâve marked some of the most tangible accomplishments of the entire mission:

• A Well of Hope: I had the privilege of assisting in the drilling of our very first well, undertaken in partnership with Pastor Julio and his congregation. Access to clean water is not a convenience—it is life itself. To stand beside them as clean water broke through the earth was to witness hope emerging from the ground.

• Restoring Education: While there, I strongly encouraged the reopening of a local school that had been closed for over a decade. The silence of an abandoned school building is a heartbreaking symbol of interrupted futures. Reopening its doors represents the restoration of dignity, opportunity, and community.

Our travels also brought us to the mountainous sites of Rivière-Salée and Binard, perched nearly 4,000 feet above sea level. Isolated by geography and hardship, these remote communities received us with extraordinary warmth. Their material resources were few, yet their spiritual vitality was abundant—reminding me of the early Christian churches in Scripture.

From there, we continued to Pestel to reconnect with long-standing partners and friends. Despite the heavy adversities facing the country, we found them in good health and excellent spirits.

A Final Week of Ministry and Unexpected Trials

As July drew to a close, I returned once more to the North to conduct a final full week of seminars on faithful stewardship in times of crisis. The response was overwhelming. Many participants expressed a renewed conviction in their calling, using these gatherings as a true moment of spiritual strengthening.

On July 30, I began my return journey—but the final phase brought unexpected trials.

Crossing back into the Dominican Republic at Dajabón, I faced a stark reality: I had no remaining funds to pay for a taxi back to the airport. Carrying all of my luggage, I boarded a local bus, trusting that somehow I would reach my destination.

At one point, I became completely lost in a city whose name I still do not know. My Spanish, limited and broken, made communication difficult. Yet through the kindness of strangers and what I can only describe as divine providence, I was directed to another bus bound for Puerto Plata.

Soli Deo Gloria: To God Alone be the Glory

I arrived at the airport exactly one day before my scheduled departure flight. Exhausted, financially depleted, yet profoundly grateful, I reflected on all that had transpired.

This mission demanded much—physically, emotionally, and financially. Yet spiritually, it gave back far more than it took. To witness faith persisting under hardship, to provide clean water, to spark the rebirth of a school, and to strengthen local leaders are blessings beyond measure.

In times such as these, traveling to Haiti is not merely difficult; it is an explicit act of faith. Yet through every obstacle, I experienced the unmistakable protection and guidance of our Lord Jesus Christ.

I return from this journey humbled, strengthened, and more committed than ever to the work entrusted to us. The needs remain great, but so does the faith of the people. And where faith endures, hope remains alive.

To God alone be the glory.