Tag Archives: Haiti

.@HillaryClinton, PLEASE HELP ME get to my friends in #Haiti

7 Oct

Secretary Clinton~

 

I need your help.  You regularly say that we are “Stronger Together.”  I couldn’t agree more.  I’ve found such purpose in serving a small village in Haiti, named Marfranc.  The joy of my friends there is unlike any joy I’ve seen in my American friends and family.

I first went to Haiti in 2009, right before the earthquake.  That was all it took for me to fall in love.  In 3 weeks, I hope to make my 8th trip with New Life for Haiti to bring medical care to some of the poorest people in the world.  Here’s the problem…we have no ability to connect with anyone in the southern peninsula (near Jeremie).  It’s been several days, and no communication, whatsoever.  I even exchanged tweets with Haiti’s First Lady.  She was kind and gracious, but said that even she had no information about the fate of the people of Marfranc.  CBS Chicago interviewed me last night about it, but I still have no more information.

Would you be so kind as to help me find out what happened in Marfranc?  Are our friends alive?  Are they injured and desperate?  Do they have clean water?  Were their crops washed away?  Is an outbreak of cholera just around the bend?  All of these issues are keeping me up and night, and that’s why I’m reaching out to you.

Would you help us?  We need to do a survey trip next week, but we don’t have the logistical expertise that you have access to.

I’m stronger with my Haitian brothers and sisters.  Please help us get to them.

 

With hope & prayers, together,

 

Pastor Neil Schori

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DESPERATELY SEEKING @realDonaldTrump

7 Oct

Mr. Trump~

I’m seriously desperate.

It has now been days since Hurricane Matthew devastated the already overwhelmed nation of Haiti.  The current death-toll is standing at 800, and it is sure to rise.  I serve with an incredible volunteer-led organization called New Life for Haiti.  We do a LOT with very little.  It has truly become one of the joys of my life, and I know that could be said for all of our volunteers.  Sadly, the area we serve seems to be unreachable.  Bridges are washed away, cell towers are down, and we have zero communication with the village we love, Marfranc.  I was interviewed on CBS Chicago about it last night…and we still have heard absolutely nothing.

I’ve heard stories of how you’ve quietly helped the “down and out,” before.  Would you do it, again?  Can you help our organization get to the village of Marfranc to check to see what’s happened to the people we’ve served for 11 years?  The people we’ve laughed and cried with.  The people we’ve dreamed with about a better future…for them, and strangely for us, too.

You’re a problem-solving businessman, and I know you can figure out a way to do this.  I guarantee you this…if you help us, you’ll be changed for life in the best possible way.

 

With gratitude, prayer, and hope,

 

Pastor Neil Schori

 

Hopelessness to Hope for Haiti

6 Mar

Last November I had the honor of going to Marfranc, Haiti for the third time. This trip had some of the same things (delicious food, great scenery, amazing people), but was quite different from the others. I discovered what God wanted me to ‘bring to the table’ in Haiti. And it all stemmed from learning that an 8-year-old boy had been sent home to die because of a perforated bowel.

When I heard that…I immediately knew that I HAD to be part of the solution. The following Sunday, I shared the story with my church family and within hours, a group of world-changers had assembled to make a difference. We came up with two huge goals: 1. To lead a medical mission to Marfranc in 2012 & 2. To bring clean water to the village.

So here’s the deal…we are taking a trip to Marfranc in November of this year! I’ve already met with a doctor and nurse who just want to serve people, and I connected with a pastor who has a church full of medical professionals. They are most likely going to send at least several people to join our team.

Here’s what we need now: several more doctors/nurses/EMT’s to sign-up for this life-changing trip. The cost is $1200/person. If you have been waiting for an opportunity to serve others with your God-given gifts, this is your answer. I’m proud to work with New Life for Haiti and I’m proud to be friends with Pastor Fran Leeman and his church, Lifespring Community Church.

If you are a medical person, I want to hear from you ASAP. Email me today: neil(dot)schori(at)napervillechristian.org Don’t miss out on this opportunity to serve the beautiful people of Marfranc, Haiti. Be a part of serving people the world has forgotten. We are the ONLY aid organization to go to this part of Haiti in over a generation. Let’s show some major love!

Peace,

Neil

2 Pencils and a Lot of Love in #Haiti

7 Nov

This morning after we ate oatmeal and had coffee, we headed over to one of the schools that we built in Marfranc, Haiti. We went there to connect with the children and also to bring them school supplies and vitamins. We take these things for granted but Haitians certainly don’t. In a country where the life expectancy is 51 years, you can’t take anything for granted, really.

We brought each student 2 pencils, 1 pen, a chewable vitamin, and a sticker. The excitement of these kids was unfathomable. They acted like it was Christmas morning! The joy and appreciation we felt from them was palpable. What a reality check for all of us who are numbed by the material worship in our over-fed culture.

We also got to introduce some of our team members to the kids they sponsor (so they can afford to go to school and have suitable clothes). It was a tear-jerker of a moment when Bill Inman hugged the kid he sponsors and told him with emotion washing over his face that he loved him. We all do, Bill.

Then I got the chance to meet and take a picture with Adolphe Kervens, a little boy that my friends, Heidi and Acey Ty sponsor. Heidi, thank you for your generosity and for showing Acey what is important. Ty would be so proud.

Today was a complete day. Great interactions, hard physical work, and some reflection. Tomorrow, I will have my final Haitian adventure on this trip—the long hike to Plik to check out the progress on school #4! Then a good night sleep and the long trip back to Chi-town to see my incredible family (I miss them DEARLY).

Peace,

Neil

Great Conversations Plus Nothing in #Haiti

4 Nov

The morning began with great bold coffee at the Kay Bo Rivye (Creole for house by the river) and some stick-to-your-ribs kind of oatmeal. Then, we were supposed to be working on painting some large interior portions of the house. But in Haiti, things usually turn out a little bit differently than we plan. Today was that kind of day.

A few in our group went into Jeremie to pick up paint and cement and to complete a huge variety of errands, and several of us stayed at the house to do a few simple repairs…that took us almost no time at all. Then we waited…for about 5 hours for our remaining members to return. Needless to say, the day wasn’t the most productive. At least not in the typically American way that oftentimes significance is defined.

Instead of getting tasks completed, I had some heartfelt conversations with Vilex. He turned 28 today and is one of the best men that I know. He is the future of the Haitian church and culture. And he is the real deal. I asked Vilex what kind of Haiti he really dreams of living in. I asked him what keeps Haiti hundreds of years behind most of the developed world. We had some incredible conversations but most importantly, we just went with the natural flow of the day (degajer, as Haitians call it). What I’m learning on this trip is that sometimes the most productive thing we can do is to slow down and listen to the hearts and dreams of the people we’ve come to serve.

Today was a good day. And I have a feeling that this is really close to how Jesus would have spent this day, too. That makes me rest easy tonight.

Peace,

Neil

Complete Helplessness in #Haiti

3 Nov

We had an amazingly uneventful trip to Haiti. That is a rare thing! Traveling to a third world nation (the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere) is not an easy thing to do. Security is different and planes aren’t on schedule and runways aren’t exactly like runways at ORD (think grass, gravel, and a goat or two). We’re missing a couple of bags but things could be way worse.

But other than that, today has been pretty awful. Why? Because we went to a medical clinic today and talked with this wonderful team of doctors and nurses and dentists from Kokomo, Indiana. And this team was doing some incredible things. Extracting abscessed teeth, healing hypertension, and giving hope. Except for a little 8 year old boy. He was brought to this clinic which operates just one week per year, about one week too late. He had a bowel perforation and the doctors sent him home to die in the arms of his mother tonight.

So tonight, a young mother will say goodbye to her little boy…because people in Haiti simply can’t afford medical care. I’m sick. I’m imagining saying goodbye to one of my little girls. It makes me miss my family so badly that I could cry. I’ve cried enough. But now what?

I happen to believe that there are enough resources in this world. We just need more people to care enough to spread them.

Conflicting Worlds

17 Nov

We made it to the Matthew 25 guest house in Port-au-Prince last night and suddenly that forgotten-but-familiar feeling struck me: I have a love-hate relationship with Haiti.

I love getting out of my comfortable suburban life because it reminds me that I’m more privileged than almost any other people in the world. I hate it because I feel so helpless. Helpless to “fix” broken lives. Helpless to heal broken bodies and hearts. Helpless to lift the poor out of poverty that is as bad as anywhere in the world.

To be honest, I also hate the creeping moments of fear that I have. We learned last night that some Americans were kidnapped a while back in Port-au-Prince. Not fun to hear but we stay as safe as we can.

But then my conflicting experiences began to subside and what happened was the start of something other-worldly. I had heartfelt conversations with three guys on my team. We talked about faith and life and marriage and what we were doing in Haiti. And we also saw the most compelling aftershocks that the earthquake and the hurricane had to offer. 15 feet from our guest house in PAP was a rickety tent city “housing” families like yours and mine. That temporary situation that we all know is not temporary at all. Nothing is temporary in Haiti. There is really no hope for change. No industry. No jobs. No nothing.

But in the midst of overwhelming and desperate poverty, I have a strong sense that God has us right where he wants us for this time. God is working in and through us.

As I sit here writing on the porch of the Kay Bo Rive (house by the river) drinking a deliciously strong cup of Haitian coffee, my conflicting worlds are beginning to seem more like partners instead of adversaries.