The Lord helped me to graduate in December, and here I am! I still live in Cap-Haitian, and I work in the Children’s Ministry at my church, and I continue to lead worship. I live with my family again, and I’m still taking some English classes. When I think about where I was four years...Read More

***Due to the ongoing fragile nature of this first year student’s situation, we have decided not to share his name and photo. I grew up in Northern, Haiti, way out in the country, never with electricity or water. I grew up in a family many generations Catholic, well engrained in Voodoo. My parents, their parents,...Read More

I don’t know if you remember this from my story four years ago, but I wasn’t going to go into theology. End of story.  But when the Lord made it clear and I came, He blessed my obedience by giving me a family. At Emmaus I found my family, my brothers and sisters, the men...Read More

I grew up in a home that had a love for what God loves. We were not wealthy by any means, and even our church which my father helped build was built of coconut branches, and we had to rebuild it three times a year due to storms. But the love and sacrifice my father...Read More

When I was a child, I was born into a non-Christian family who didn’t know God at all.  My mother and father were two people who fell in love, but my father was already married to another woman and had children with her.  My mom became pregnant with me, gave me to her parents as soon as...Read More

“I was born in Labrier, not far from Emmaus, and I was born into a family that was truly vulnerable and not Christian. The way we grew up, we just didn’t have any capacity. My father worked hard in the garden, but often we didn’t have any extra money for school, and I had to...Read More

My family wasn’t a Christian one. Throughout my life I had different people come and talk to me about Jesus, but I never accepted Him through them. As I grew up, though, I felt God speak to me, reach out to me, in my dreams. My mom died when I was young, and worry became...Read More

My little brother, sisters and I were born into a Catholic family, but we were never set on one path. We attended a Jehovah’s Witness school, always teaching me one set of truths, and on Sunday, the Catholic Church would teach us a different set. When I was only seven, our father died, and one...Read More

I grew up in a family with my parents and two brothers. My mom was a Christian, but not my dad. In children’s church I always learned to follow Jesus and I wanted to. My dad eventually became a Christian also, and I ended up at Discipleship Church. I was baptized there, and I’ve been...Read More

“I grew up in Grand Riviere du Nord, where my father was a boko, a witchdoctor. As with many witchdoctors, he had many wives, thirteen.  So, I was one of 64 children of my father.  We had four moms that lived in the main house with me and my brothers and sisters, and the rest of the wives lived...Read More