That was the question I asked this 14 year old haitian boy during the outreach.
We had joined up with the Calvary Chapel Haiti Initiative to do an outreach in an area outside of Jacmel. They showed the “God-Man” movie, which is a great evangelistic movie that depicts the story of Jesus. After the movie, the Calvary Chapel group did a great skit that portrayed Jesus being the only One who can fill a broken heart. It was great. Then, after the skit, one of their translators got up and shared the gospel message and invited people to come forward to pray to receive Jesus.
During the movie, skit, and gospel presentation, I saw a group of teenage boys who were laughing and making jokes. I had a very strong reaction to this, especially when the gospel presentation was being given. At first, I was upset. I wanted to go over to them and tell them to get out of here because they were making a mockery of my God. There was something that was very personal about it. They weren’t just mocking God. they were mocking my God. And then I immediately thought about my precious Susana and realized that they were mocking her God. They were mocking the very One who holds my daughter safe and secure in His hands. And so, almost for the first time ever, this became a very personal thing to me. It was kind of like a righteous anger that arose up. But then, that feeling of being upset turned to feelings of pity for them. I thought of the verses where Jesus wept over the city of Jerusalem because the people did not come to the Lord. I also thought of the verses that stated that the people of Jerusalem were lost, like sheep without a shepherd. And so, as I looked out at many of the people who were talking, joking, and not paying attention to the wonderful message of salvation being presented to them, I wept. I really did. My heart was broke. I wanted to scream. I wanted to grab the microphone and plead with them not to turn their ears away from the most glorious hope that we could ever have. I wanted to tell them the seriousness of their offenses. I wanted to tell them that there is a God whom they would have to give account to someday for their actions in that moment. There was so much I wanted to say…if only I had the mic.
But I did not have the mic. But did have my voice. And so, after the presentation, I caught the attention of one of the boys who was still laughing. I looked at him with all this emotion, both righteous anger, pity, compassion, pleading, etc. I looked right at him and did not take my eyes off of him. He saw me looking at him, and then he turned away. He turned back towards me and saw that I was still looking right at him. His laughter seemed to get a little shaky. So, I prayed that God would give me the words to say to this boy.
I walked over to him and, with as much Creole as I know, I told him that he has a big problem. His laughter became even more shaky, and soon all of his friends gathered around him. He didn’t seem to understand, so I told him again, “Zanmi, ou gen yon gwo pwoblem.” He asked what his problem was, and so I told him he has a big problem because he is laughing at Jesus. His laughter stopped immediately. He began making excuses stating that he wasn’t laughing at Jesus, but laughing at some other things. But I looked him in the eyes and told him that I saw him laughing, and that he was laughing at Jesus. I asked him why he was laughing at my Jesus. He was silent. I asked him if he was saved. He said that he was. I told him that I did not believe that he was because if he was really was saved, then there is no way that he could be mocking Jesus. I told him that one day, he will have to stand before this Jesus, and Jesus will ask him the same question, “Why were you laughing at me?” And I asked him, “What will you say?” He was silent, and so were all his friends. I asked him again, “What will you say to Jesus?” And he could not answer. So, he then asked me to pray for him. This seemingly class clown type kid, who was making jokes throughout the whole time, asked me to pray for him right then and there. God was working.
I told him that I would be glad to pray for him, but that first he needed to say sorry to Jesus for laughing at Him. He said that he would say sorry and then he got on his knees and bowed his head and was waiting for me to pray. I told him that he needed first to say sorry to Jesus. He agreed. But I told him, “No zanmi. Ou bezwen fe sa kunye a.” (No friend, you need to do this now.) He asked, “Here? Right now?” And I said, “Yes, right here. Right now.” And so, in front of all his friends, he got down on his knees, lifted up his hands, and confessed his sin to the Lord and asked him to forgive him.” Then, I prayed for my new friend and asked the living God to touch His life in a real and meaningful way. I prayed with passion that this young boy would come to know the glorious Jesus that now holds my daughter safe in His arms. I prayed that this boy would truly know my Jesus.
Yes, there is something that has become more personal to me than ever about Jesus now that my little girl is being cared for by Him. My heart cries out for people to know Him. My heart breaks for those that turn away. My heart gets angry at those who show contempt towards Him. My mind is baffled by those that are not captured by the wonder and awe of all that He is.
I spoke with boldness to my new friend and all of those that had gathered around to hear. I encouraged him to follow hard after God. I encouraged Him to seek the Lord with all his heart. I told him that Jesus is the only One who truly matters. They seemed to be listening. I learned that this boys name was Joseph. So, I told Joseph that I had a little gift for him and I reached into my pocket and gave him a John Piper “For Your Joy” gospel booklet in Creole. I told him to read it. I told him to eat it. Many of his friends also asked if they too could have one, so I gave out the few that I had brought with me. Then, as we were all packing up to leave, my new class clown laughing friend came up to me and asked me if we could come back again another time. I believe I will return soon.
I believe this boy was touched by something that is called…the gospel.