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Revelations! Relationships! Strengthening! - Starr Psalm

Les Cayes, Haiti

 I would like to give a HUMONGOUS thank you to all of my supporters, financial or not, for this opportunity!

God is so faithful! I am home safe and sound!

From Dec. 3rd to Jan. 25th my team and I were serving in the beautiful city of Les Cayes, Haiti. We had the honor of staying with a host family who were more than gracious to our crazy team of 15 for the entire duration of our outreach.

Tous Ensemble

Our team had the privilege of working with an incredible rehabilitation clinic, called Tous Ensemble, where we were able to assist in both physical and occupational therapy along with the construction and fitting of prosthetics. I worked mostly with older stroke patients and children. By the end of the week, staff at the clinic were handing us patients to work with on our own, with just an occasional instruction here and there on what to do! The staff and volunteers we met there were so kind and helpful, making the experience even more memorable.

Accolade for Saving Lives

The other ministry we had the privilege of partnering with was Accolade for Saving Lives, which was started by our outreach host, Patchouko. Every weekday morning we spent a few hours with a group of boys from the ages of 12-19 in their "club", doing bible studies, leading worship, and giving guitar, drum, and keyboard lessons. We taught them art worship and intercession, created an encouragement wall, and exchanged little language lessons with them. We spent most of our free time building relationships with the boys that came over to our house every day. As the team shared our stories and testimonies, the boys began to open up like the staff had never seen before, and they shared things from their lives that you could tell was far from easy for them to do. By the end of our time the boys were leading bible studies and stepping into worship team roles!

Half of them re/dedicated their lives to Christ and were baptised in the Caribbean along with 4 students from our team! Yay Jesus!

Our team prayed before outreach for God to give us a vision statement and this is what we were given: "Through our love for one another we will be the salt and light for Christ and leave his love and light wherever we go." We were able to see that vision come to fruition.

After all of this, saying goodbye to every single one of the boys was heartbreaking. There wasn't anyone there without tears in their eyes! They made that trip for me. Our outreach was really centered around building relationships which is probably what I loved most about it. Ordinary living in an extraordinary country.

God provided for every financial need so that I had all of my expenses paid for! God encountered our team in many beautiful, and sometimes painful, ways. We learned how to pray for and encourage each other, as well as working on resolving conflict amongst our team and others. God gave us words, songs, and visions for one another. We grew into a more prayerful lifestyle so as to walk confidently inside of God's will and found ourselves being reminded of God's truths over our lives on a daily basis. I feel so blessed to have had the team that I did.

To sum up my entire DTS into three words:
revelations, relationships, and strengthening

Thank you for taking the time to read this! I hope you found it helpful!

Starr Psalm

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Refugees: Desperate, but not Without Hope

b2ap3 thumbnail Refugee campRegardless of the validity or unreasonableness of claims that refugee communities are infested with terrorists, there can be no denying that tens of thousands of men, women and children fleeing violent homelands are living in squalid camp conditions all over Europe and the Middle East. Tommy Ryan, one of our Discipleship Training School (DTS) leaders, recently returned from serving in the Moria refugee camp on the Greek island of Lesbos along with our DTS outreach team where a compound designed for 600 is housing more than 3,000. Below are some of his observations.

Actually working in the Moria camp with our DTS outreach team both confirmed and contradicted what I thought such a place would be like. Yes, the living conditions are bad.  The camp is crowded far beyond its designed capacity.  Junky tents take up almost all the space.  It is surrounded by a chain link fence topped with razor wire. Constant noise and bright lights 24/7 make it nearly impossible to rest. Guards are at all the gates and riot police are on call nearby in case any violence breaks out.  The environment reminded me of a black-and-white movie.  All color is drowned out by the gray tarps covering the tents with the letters UNHCR.Having only canvas shelters, I don’t know how they stay warm.  They are allowed a shabby sleeping bag, a sleeping mat, and two blankets.  They would often come asking for more blankets to which we most often had to reply, “Sorry, I cannot give you anymore”. 

We tried to provide the best living conditions possible with the terribly inadequate supplies, but we mostly felt helpless.  But there were moments when we could do small things that made a big difference.  Zippers on tents were constantly needing to be repaired. And when I would fix one, so much gratitude was expressed by the occupants. Thank God for the little things I could do.

I didn’t expect to see so many smiles.  For all its lack of color and tragic stories, the camp is not a depressing black hole of sadness.  Even when interacting with people who used to call Aleppo, Syria their home before losing everything, I could still feel their hope for a better life.  The thing that greatly tests this hope, however, is the interview that determines whether or not they are cleared to go to Athens, the next step of their journey.  In the early days of the camp, the refugees would arrive and then be heading on to Athens the next day.  Now, since the agreement between Turkey, Greece, and the European Union, the process is much slower.  I met one young man from Afghanistan who had been living in there for 9 months. 

But eventually they get to leave.  Around the time I went home, many who had been at Moria for a long time were cleared to go to Athens.  There in the capital city another camp awaits them.  Always more waiting.  Hope, in the end, is all they have to cling to.  They all seem to know that the belief that there is something better awaiting them is the only thing that will keep them going and maybe the only thing that will keep them alive. I pray that they will find the fullness of hope they need.



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Outreach: When Words Are Few

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On her DTS outreach in Greece, Bridget saw them sitting on a park bench in the crowded Victoria Square of Athens. They were a couple in their sixties with vacant eyes watching pigeons in the waning evening light. And Bridget felt that quiet voice in her heart tell her to go sit with them. Nervously obeying, she immediately discovered their English was almost non-existent and in discouragement considered leaving.

But with a few more attempts she was able to determine they were from Syria and had been in Greece for 10 weeks or so. When she mentioned the word “children,” the woman held up five fingers and then burst into tears as she listed off the names of several countries. Bridget reached over and embraced her, realizing that she also was now weeping with the intensity of the woman’s grief over her fractured family. The husband continued to impassively stare at the pigeons as if he had already used up all his emotions and had nothing more to express.
Bridget’s heart was breaking. She desperately asked God what she was supposed to do, feeling even more frustration over the language barrier. The thought that she should show the woman pictures of her own family passed through her mind, and she quickly rejected what felt like a very insensitive gesture. But when the woman finally stopped crying and Bridget could think of nothing else to do, she hesitantly pulled out her phone and scrolled through some photos. The man and woman were instantly animated with smiles and obvious interest. They laughed out loud at the video of Bridget’s seven-year-old sister and expressed special delight and approval over the one of her grandmother.
As the sun was setting, Bridget knew her team was waiting for her. Attempting to pantomime that she had to go, she then stood and simply said the word “hope.” She was abruptly grabbed by the shoulders and kissed twice on each cheek by the woman. After a bit more emotional display, both the man and woman reluctantly said “Good-bye,” a new light glowing in their eyes.
Bridget walked back to her apartment reflecting on what she had experienced. She was struck by how the language problem had been overcome. And she suspected that even some of the gospel message had been communicated with minimal talking. For just as Jesus was sent by His Father into the world to communicate with His physical presence that humanity was loved, valued and not forgotten in their brokenness, so Bridget realized she had been sent to this couple to communicate the same thing. And God had accomplished it with very few words.

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