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I really wanted to take a group to Haiti this year. It didn't work out, so I had to cancel the trip. This isn't the first time this happened... it made me sad this time, and it made me sad last time too. There just doesn't seem to be a passion, or a drive to go on missions anymore. Often times it seems like people are eager to spend a lot of money on a sexy resort vacation every year, but Haiti, and missions, is less than sexy and not an appealing way to spend one's hard earned dollars.

I get one question more than any others when I am trying to recruit people. Begging them, is more like it.

"What will we be doing?"

You know what I was doing when I took this photo on mission in Haiti? I was watching the see-through-blue waves lap on the shore of this exquisite beach, drinking a margarita.

I certainly did other more... productive... stuff. I just can't seem to remember what. It is this experience, this moment of quiet reflection,  that taught me to love the culture. I got to watch a group of musicians practice their craft next to the bar. I got to watch the Haitian children play with abandon in the water. You see, when you take time to sit in an unfamiliar culture and watch, you learn a lot about yourself and a lot about those people. Sometimes you fall in love with them, and suddenly the cruises and resorts become something you would rather not do.

They say home is where the heart is, and I can tell you right now... Haiti has mine.

There are other experiences that created this deep love I have for this country, and the people in it. I have a book full of journal entries chronicling my memories and experiences. I just know that if I step out and include you in the journey I am on you won't be able to resist the pull of The Island.

So, jump in if you dare.