Yesterday we delivered water to the people living in Cite Soleil, one of the largest slums in the Western hemisphere. I'm still trying to process what I saw. The images will be seared into my memory forever.
The stench of garbage, polluted water, and fecies. Children walking barefoot over chards of glass. Makeshift shanty homes of tin, cardboard, and plastic. Narrow, winding alleyways that seemingly go on for miles. People in need of water. People in need of food. People in need of hope.
We came to serve the people of Cite Soleil in the name of Jesus. We gave them fresh water. We gave them love, hugs, sweat, tears, and laughter. We stepped into their homes to serve them.
What did the people of Cite Soleil think about us? What were they trying to tell us? What were they seeing?
On our third water stop of the day, I picked up a little boy. He didn't speak English - but he leaned over to me and another team member and said, "Thank you Jesus."
The people of Cite Soleil knew who was serving them. It wasn't us. It was Jesus.
Thank you Jesus!
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