Hear the Word

Since 2012 I have chosen a Word of the Year. In the past I have spent weeks considering different words and trying to see what word God would have for me and how it would fit in my life. January 2017 rolled around and I just didn’t have the energy to pursue a word.

This May has kind of rocked my world in a few different ways. And I have spent a bit of time in solitude over the past weeks. Almost from the beginning of that solitude I heard God speaking so clearly to me. “Hear the Word”. It seems as though it is time for a mid-year reset and part of that is choosing a Word of the Year. Except this time it is a phrase.


Of course, once I decided to choose the phrase “Hear the Word” I have seen reference to it everywhere. These are just some of the ways I have seen this phrase.

January 1st I started on a Bible Verse memory journey; 2 verses each month. My first verse was “The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever.” Isaiah 40:8


I just purchased a new worship CD by Elevation Worship. The first song called There is a Cloud starts with the phrase “Hear the Word roaring as thunder”.

Hear the Word

Recently I was looking up Bible verses where rain is used as imagery and I was struck by Deuteronomy 32:2 “Let my teaching fall like rain and my words descend like dew, like showers on new grass, like abundant rain on tender plants.”

I don’t know what the rest of 2017 holds for me, but it just seems as though I need to spend some time soaking in God’s word. I feel as though I need to be armed with the word. I’m ready for the journey.

The Long and Windy Road


Our family has never been one to take exotic vacations or really even to travel too far from home. We have always enjoyed taking weekend road trips close to home to explore what is practically in our back yard.

Now that our home is in Haiti, we have continued those little family road trips. If we want to explore some place other than La Gonave we have to start with a 90 minute boat ride. Then hop in the truck and go.


This past weekend we decided to explore the Kenscoff Mountain region of Haiti. I found a small guesthouse up the mountain, which was our first stop. It took us a while to actually find the place. We asked numerous people on the side of the ride for directions and we drove around in circles, but we finally found it.


Even though we weren’t far out of Port of Prince, the area felt completely different. We walked up and down steep neighborhood roads surrounded by lush mountains and the people pretty much ignored us. We are used to getting lots of attention so it felt kind of good to just walk. The evening noises were not motorcycles or loud music or even roosters, but very loud frogs, crickets and lizards. Seriously, it was kind of hard to fall asleep.


The next day we drove further up the mountain and explored even more. What an amazing place. We drove through crowded town markets and windy roads, always going higher up. Peter and Gaëlle spent the first years of their life in this area so it was even more special to get out and explore. Peter loves the mountains and has fond memories of climbing them. We were able to find the community of their birth and spent time visiting the area. Again, this was so different from the dusty roads of Anse-à-Galets.


A bit of a delay waiting for the herd of sheep to move out of the way. 

There’s a Haitian proverb that says:

Sa je pa wé, ké pa tounen. What the eye doesn’t see, doesn’t move the heart.

We love visiting different parts of Haiti. Our hearts have been moved by the new people we have met and the new communities we have experienced. Can’t wait to do it again.

Back to School


School and Village kids outside Ter Sel School in La Gonave. Photo taken April 2014. The school now has a roof.

For most of us the arrival of September means BACK TO SCHOOL and everything that goes along with that. Some of us may fight it, but we are usually glad to get back to a routine. Those of us who love pretty pens and paper and fancy binders eagerly look at the sales flyers so we can stock up on school supplies. Most kids don’t think about the value of an education and don’t consider themselves grateful for the opportunity to attend school. We really just take it for granted and accept it as a part of a kid’s life.


Who doesn’t love a school photo? One of Robin’s grade school photos.


September in Haiti also means BACK TO SCHOOL. There are no sales flyers here but families still go to the market or local small stores to purchase their books and paper for school. It’s estimated that 85 – 90% of the schools in Haiti are private and so families have to pay tuition for every year of school. They also need to purchase school uniforms and new shoes. A few months down the road, exams will need to be paid for.


An example of tuition at a local school. The fees are in Haitian dollars. Right now $1 US = $13 Haitian.

If tuition isn’t paid and a uniform has not been purchased along with new shoes, kids are not permitted to step foot in school.

September in Haiti means STRESS and scraping together the money necessary any way possible. I honestly don’t know how the families in our community do it. There are only a few kids who are sponsored by organizations like Compassion. Some of the private schools with connections outside Haiti work really hard to give scholarships or sponsorships to kids in those schools. But the majority of families in Haiti have to come up with the funds themselves.

Education is valued here. School is not taken for granted. Kids and families are grateful for the opportunity to attend school. Nobody takes it for granted.

School started in Haiti Monday, September 5th. But it’s kind of a rolling start here. Some schools were open Monday but not all teachers were in place. Some schools didn’t open September 5th but will start a week or so later. Some schools are open and teachers are in place and students are in classes but not all students. Some students still don’t have books or uniforms or tuition.


Wednesday morning there should have been a steady stream of students leaving a local school. But there were only a handful.

And so families continue to work and scrape and ask for money.

It is so difficult to be here and to have people asking us for help with school. It’s uncomfortable. We know the need is very real. We know we cannot give money to everybody who asks. We pray for guidance on how to help and who to help. We have more questions than answers.

As always, what I write on the blog is meant more as my observations on life in Haiti, which won’t necessarily be everybody’s experience. This is a huge topic and not one that I can understand with just my limited experience. Thanks for reading and for joining us in praying how best to come alongside our friends, neighbours and staff.

The Ask

Haitian Money

Anybody who has been to Haiti or has any relationship with Haiti knows about the “ask”. When we talk about the challenges living here, this is often right at the top of the list for most people. In our compound, on the street, and even driving in the streets of Port au Prince, we are asked for something.

How do we respond when we are constantly asked for help? When do we help? When do we just listen?

The book African Friends and Money Matters by David Maranz has 90 observations about African behavior and sometimes an observation about Western behavior that directly contradicts the African behavior. For most purposes, Haitian behavior can be compared to African behavior and this book has been invaluable to help shed some light on behavior we find uncomfortable.

Because here we are. Uncomfortable. Always. Being. Asked.

Let’s look at a few of the observations from David Maranz.

#25 A network of friends is a network of resources.

#25Western – Disinterested friendship is the ideal in the West. Any friendship that includes material considerations is suspect.

 Observation #25 basically tells us that Haitians have friends (and we’ll include family here) and they will look to those friends for resources that they need. Those of us from the West often keep friends and business or money separate. We wonder if our friends are using us if they come to us for money. Especially if it happens repeatedly.

So, how does this play out for us? People we consider strangers or maybe an acquaintance will call us friend. Or if we don’t have a relationship with them, they remind us of that they are friends of WISH, or a previous director.

And how do we use this? When kids throw the infamous line out, “Gimme me dolla!” We laughingly tell them to go ask their family. We’re not family. They usually laugh, shrug their shoulders, and walk away.

#38 When people ask for help, they will usually be content with being given a part (sometimes even a small part) of what they are asking for.

Observation #38 assures us that Haitians know one person won’t meet their need. They don’t expect one person to give them all the money they are asking for.

And how does this play out for us? We listen and try not to give a straight “no”. We sometimes ask what their family has done or their community of friends. We appreciate friends who have left money for a benevolent fund. We will donate money from that fund and explicitly state that it is from the fund, and not us or WISH. We will sometimes give out a personal loan and state that we expect it to be paid back. Sometimes we will give out a small amount of money. We always try to pray with the person.

Nothing feels comfortable about this. We would like to direct them to the local church or somehow empower their community. Because we have been humbled to hear and see people around us with very little to give who do give when they hear of a need.

 #47 People typically receive satisfaction from being asked for financial help, whether or not they are disposed to provide it.

 #47Western – Westerners are largely annoyed by requests for help, and find it hard even to imagine receiving enjoyment from being solicited, or from taking the role of a patron.

Observation #47 gives a little insight to the feelings around “the ask”. Haitians don’t mind being asked for money. Westerners often don’t like constantly being asked for money. There are even churches that no longer take an offering. They just put a box in the church for people to drop money in if they choose. Westerners especially don’t like being thought of as “the big man” who provides for all of the needs.

And this is the rub. How do we maintain our compassion when we hear “the ask” daily and often hourly? How can we, who have so many resources, keep from being a patron? Is there anything wrong with being a patron? We have the ability to provide so much. Not just personally but because we have our own network of contacts who are anxious to help. If we’re honest, it often feels good to help.

We don’t have the answers. We see the need. We feel the discomfort. We know that these observations don’t mean one way is wrong and one way is right. There are problems with both mind-sets. So for now, we live with this discomfort. We question. We struggle. We feel. And we continue to live each day. Asking God for guidance. Asking others for advice.

And now how about you? How do you feel about “the ask”? Do you have any thoughts that have helped you?


Your Name is Mighty in Power

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Our days and nights in Haiti are filled with all kinds of sounds. There are few quiet moments in our community. I don’t know if we will ever get used to the strains of American pop music in the early hours of the morning. Some visitors to Haiti don’t enjoy waking to the roosters crowing beneath their windows, but we hardly notice them anymore.

However, there has been one sound recently that I hope we never get used to. I hope it always evokes a response in us.

In the days leading up to Easter and the days following Easter, the streets of Haiti are filled with Rara bands. I’m not an expert but if you look this up on the Internet, a lot of articles make the bands sound innocent as if Rara Music is just another cultural part of Haiti. Voudoo Priests and Priestesses lead the bands through the streets, often blocking traffic, sometimes stopping at homes, always invoking spirits. The groups carry Voudoo flags and play a very repetitive rhythm with drums and a type of trumpet. There is often the cracking of a whip. We’ve been told the groups are celebrating the death of Jesus but they also sometimes make political statements.

As we went about our activities over the Easter season, we came across lots of the Rara bands. There was no joy that I could see. The relentless rhythm and frenzied dancing contributed to a darkness that seemed to permeate the area. Whenever we met up with one of these marches we had the choice to turn around and find another route or slowly make our way through the crowd. No matter which option we chose, I always spoke the name of Jesus.

I may not be an expert, but I do know the people in Haiti are often held in fear by the threat of Voudoo. I know there is power in the name of Jesus to break that fear.

My prayer is that the light found through Jesus will expose the darkness. I claim the truth of Jeremiah 10:6. There is power in the name of Jesus.

How did you spend your Friday night?

Evacuation Bag

We all have routines when we head out on errands. Keys? Phone? Money? Shopping List? Because we live on an island, we often need to travel to the mainland to pick up supplies that can’t be purchased here. It’s a 90 minute boat ride and then a 90 minute ride in a truck just to get to Port au Prince. We have our routine.

Wallet? Phone? Charger? Overnight bag? Keys to truck on  mainland? Passport?

It’s difficult to make the trip in one day but it can be done. However, it’s always good to be prepared for an overnight stay.

With the postponement of the presidential election runoffs and the February 7, 2016 constitutionally imposed deadline for choosing a new president approaching, it is obvious that the Churchills in Haiti need to add another item to their routine.

Tonight I stayed home from “Movie Night” at the new WISH library, and made sure our evacuation bag was thorough and up to date. Up to this point, we have left most of the items behind when we have gone on short trips. Those important items will now go with us anytime we head off the island. Life Documents? Laptop? Chargers? Comfort items for the kids?

We aren’t living in fear, but we do want to be prepared to leave at a moment’s notice. Please continue to pray with us that there will be peace and not violence as the government transitions and as the February 7th date quickly draws near.


Culture and Language


One of the most important jobs we have right now as we continue to settle into our new home is to learn the culture and the language. Every day we face situations that are different from anything we’ve ever had to deal with before. Understanding the culture and language can help us navigate our world.


To get a better handle on the language, we spent the first week in January in Port au Prince in intensive language lessons. We also took the opportunity while we were there to visit some of the national monuments and see some local sights.


We spent some time at the National Museum which is small but well done and a great way to learn the history of Haiti.


It’s difficult to get away because there never seems to be a lack of work to do, but as wise and more experienced missionaries say, “The work was here before you came and it will be here after you leave.” I’m thankful we had this time as a family to explore and learn more about the beautiful country of Haiti.


We were blessed to spend a couple of nights at the missionary guest house in Port au Prince. The view from the roof is stunning and we had a great time fellowshipping with the Selden family and the Gilles family.


All 4 of us spent six hours each day in Creole lessons and I’ve got to say that Peter and Gaëlle did so well. They already know a lot of vocabulary because of their background and their French. The 3 French speakers just need a little practice. And a little correction. Our instructors were amazed at the vocabulary the kids already have.


For most of the week, we drove up the mountain to the Baptist Mission where we stayed in a 2 bedroom apartment. The temperatures are quite a bit cooler and we all felt relaxed at the end of each day. The kids played with some fun loving missionary kids and so were able to expend lots of energy running around and being crazy.


On Saturday we headed back to our little island with a package in hand from friends in Nova Scotia. You can see Gaëlle’s delight as she loves her candy. A sweet treat and a great way to end our week.

2016 Word of the Year

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Since 2015 was a year unlike any other, I’m not quite sure how it can be topped. But I’m more than willing to try. My word for 2015 was JOY. With all that was going on in our lives, all of the change and transition, I knew I needed to keep a sense of JOY. Not just for my sake, but also for the entire family. I wasn’t perfect and there were moments that I allowed heaviness to prevail. But I can also look back over the past year to all of those moments where life was filled with JOY.

Now as I choose my word for 2016 I’ve been going back and forth between a couple of words. But I’ve finally settled on one. PEACE.

There were many times of uncertainty during the past year as Robin and I left jobs, left our home church, left friends and family, sold our house and gave away almost all of our belongings. Even now in our new job, home, and country, there are times when it feels a bit heavy and the uncertainty can get us down.

Honestly, I think now that we are here, the uncertainty is even greater. We are still getting established and there are still so many things we don’t know. We had so many dreams and ideas before we came. We still have so many dreams and ideas; ideas we would like to try and ministries we would like to see grow. But we are not completely sure how our ministry here in Haiti should look. We are not completely sure how to prioritize our time and energy.

As we continue to learn more about the culture and the people, we want to get it right. But we don’t want to be paralyzed by fear and uncertainty. As we grow in our roles here, we want to honour God and honour the people around us.

So, as we seek what God wants for us and our family, we also want to seek God’s peace.

Which leads to my word for 2016…. PEACE.

Slice of Life – Food

Food is such a huge part of a culture and a community. Living in Haiti means not just eating foods that are new to us, it also means shopping for food in ways that are different.

Different isn’t bad… it’s just not what we are used to and it definitely adds to our adventure. And one of the biggest adventures is driving one hour up a rocky mountainous road to the Palma Market. Just when I think we are crazy to be driving up here, I see an overloaded truck with wobbly wheels that is somehow driving up and I know this is possible especially with a rugged vehicle. I would make the trip up here when we want fresh meat.

Palma Market

Otherwise, I would shop at the market just around the corner from us. It has plenty of variety for local produce and also quite a few vendors who sell assorted housewares. It is helpful to have a large bag and a handy husband who doesn’t mind carrying the load. It is also helpful to be willing to barter. I know the vendors are laughing at me as I leave, but for the most part, the prices are excellent and I would rather not even barter but just pay their price. But I try.

Local Market

It is such a treat to have fruit that is vine ripened. It is necessary to wash all the produce thoroughly with a bleach solution and to carefully pick through the beans. But so far, I have been pleased with what is available locally.

As far as canned goods and non-perishables, there are a few vendors in town who carry a small selection. The store I go to the most is called “The Orange & Green” store. I’m sure you can see why.

Orange & Green Store

I can buy groceries such as powdered milk, margarine, canned peas, and also shampoo and soap. No need to barter here. Just pay the price.


It doesn’t happen often, but when we want lobsters, we wait for the fisherman to come to our door. Many of the cooks here make a nice lobster soup and it is worth the wait.

It’s great to have these local options but there are items that make a trip to Port au Prince worth it. There are plenty of choices there including mid size grocery stores. The prices are steep and I put back a few items because I just couldn’t pay the price.

PAP stores

But with our coolers in hand, we can stock up on some supplies for a few months. Port au Prince also offers some home and furniture stores. Again, the prices are fairly steep but it was fun to see the eclectic selection.

Ice Cream

On a final note, I would never pay the price for Häagen-Daas ice cream in Canada. But we called it lunch and throughly enjoyed our indulgence.