“Haiti is the poorest nation in the Western Hemisphere.” So many times I have heard that phrase recently as newscasters talk about the recent earthquake in Haiti. Upon hearing the phrase, I am instantly transported back 10 years ago, and I am sitting in a large circle of equal numbers of visitors from the USA and Haitians. A young, passionate Haitian man is speaking to us in accented English about the grassroots effort underway to build up the people of Haiti to embrace the gifts they have to give to the world. “You say we are the poorest nation, yet that is only when you compare us by your material standards,” he said. “We are rich in blue sky, yellow sunshine, and beautiful ocean. We are rich in love, family, generosity, and compassion.”
It was true. When riding in tap-taps, the colorfully painted pickup trucks modified to be public transportation, we learned that “there is always room for one more” in the tap-tap. No matter how crowded the bench seats lining the sides of the truck bed may be, we always moved over to make room for one more person. Adults held other children on their laps to make room for more adults or to help busy mothers. One child slept leaning on my back as we rode along.
One young girl taught us that when her mother gave her a piece of bread when she was a baby, she was told immediately to give a piece of the bread back to her mom. In this way, she was taught to share. She told us that she would take an apple given to her back to her family, where she would share it with her brothers and sisters.
One day I gave 2 boxes of raisins to our translators. The next day, I offered a box of raisins to some other young men hanging with our group. They pulled small boxes of raisins out of their pockets, showing me that our translators had shared with them already.
On our last day in Haiti, a friend and I went to the bank to try to change some Haitian money into US dollars to leave a tip in US currency for our translators. Not knowing what we wanted the US money for, our translator offered to change the money for us, himself, when the bank refused our request. The irony was so thick, we could cut it with a knife. We wanted US money to give to our translator, and he was offering us his US money—an expensive and generous offer on his part.

As we read about the tragedy unfolding in Haiti and consider how we can partner with God to bring healing through donations to
UMCOR and supplies in health kits, let us remember that every Haitian man and woman, boy and girl, is a beloved child of God, made in God’s image, and as such, has something to teach and offer us, just as we have gifts to offer the people of Haiti.
“The poorest nation in the Western Hemisphere”? In material wealth, perhaps. But in other areas, wealthy beyond measure.
I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me. Matthew 25:40 Rev. Linda B. Troy is the Associate Pastor at Loveland United Methodist Church. She was in Haiti for 2 weeks in 2000 as part of her seminary training. She went back to Haiti the next year for a 1-week trip to help build a girls’ orphanage, the HOPE home for girls. She is relieved to learn that the girls and their house parents are fine, although their home sustained some damage in the earthquake.
A Photographer's Reflection on Life in Haiti
Freelance photographer Don Mirra, who often works with humanitarian organizations, has traveled to Haiti several times, most recently in 2007. His photographs depict the everyday life and struggles in Haiti and the Port-au-Prince area. In this photo essay, Mirra describes his impressions of the troubled country before the recent earthquake struck.
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