So, I arrived in the Dominican Republic yesterday at 5pm. My first reaction, beautiful. Then I looked around and I saw a group of people called Haitians (from Haiti). These people are very dark, basically Negros, and I asked Jessica who they were. She told they are pretty much the kind of Hispanics back in the States. They are treated less than dogs, and do the work nobody else wants to do (construction for 18 hours a day for very little pay). My heart broke. These people are poor, hungry, hurting, neglected, hated, scrutinized, classified as animals, and thirsty for the Spirit (even though they don't appear to be).
During my prayer time last night God spoke to me and told me these are the people He wants me to reach out to. I got a little worried. You see, I don't notice anybody else worried about these people. How am I going to reach people when I can't speak French Creole, or Spanish very well for that matter? Then I looked back to the Apostle Paul, and all the people he reached from all over Europe, Middle East, Africa, etc., and realized he was in the same situation. He reached out to the people nobody else wanted to, and with many barriers. But he didn't let these situations hold him back.
I'm going to try and find an English speaking Haitian (or a Spanish speaking one with the help of Jessica), and just befriend him/her. These people don't have friends, or even people that slightly care for them. I will...It's my purpose in this new chapter as a missionary, and I will tell them about Christ Jesus...I will.....
