Based in Charlotte, North Carolina. Andrew W. McElroy Is a Writer who is Exploring the world through stories and lenses.

Israel - A Haiti Story | Adventure

Israel - A Haiti Story | Adventure

"Israel" is a repost from my former blog, Steadfast Obedience. This blog was originally published on August 21st, 2015. 

Israel is the child standing behind the boy in orange.

Israel is the child standing behind the boy in orange.

The memories of Haiti are slowly fading. Just like every great event that happens each day you continue on with normal life, the memories just slowly fade. I journaled every day, yet I didn't journal the right things or journal enough. I took hundreds of photos, yet I didn't capture the true story of Haiti.

So all I have is the fading memories of Haiti and a few good photos. One memory that has yet to fade is that of a young boy on one of the widow house calls. When stopped the truck to head up the hill to our last widow's home, a whole group of kids came out to say hi and play with us. As we walked up the steep and dirty hill I caught the eye of a young boy with only a shirt on and no pants. I simply asked the little bit of Creole that I knew, "Bonjou, Koman ou rele?" and He responded "M rele Israel". That was the only conversation I had with Israel, after we exchanged those few words we continued up the dirty goat path up towards the widow's home. Just like at the other two stops Baylor, Rebekah, and I hung out in front of the home while the doctor checked on the widow. This time Baylor and I had come prepared, we brought an empty coke bottle and filled it with a few rocks on the ground and asked the kids if they wanted to play foutbol. We started playing, kicking dirt around and trying to play a decent game of foutbol on a dirt hill. 

As we played I noticed Israel standing over to the side observing the kids and blans playing foutbol, occasionally the empty coke bottle would come his way and he would pass it to the closest person to him. Israel didn't say a single word, yet there was something about him that etched into my memories, I remember the rocks, the sky, the trees, and Israel's eyes with fascinating detail. 

It wasn't until I was back in the United States that I realized why Israel was such an important child. The meaning of Israel's name is why he became the most important child I met. "May God prevail" is the hope in which is constantly found in Haiti. In a place full of despair and poverty we can find hope in the fact the God does prevail always has and always will. In Israel's eyes I saw this hope and God spoke so much through a child who spoke so little. 


In April, I will be partnering with Harvest Field Ministries again. I will be going on one of their quarterly medical mission trips and assisting in clinic. This time I am preparing my heart without the labels that the world has placed on her. As a photographer and blogger, I am focused on sharing her true story. The story that is forgotten time and time again. A story that we all share. The Good News of hope in our darkest hours.

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