A Photo Essay of Thoman, Haiti

A Photo Essay of Thoman, Haiti

"Through these pictures we see community, education, love and joy."
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Written by Noah Sipes. Photos by Jonas Stewart.

In July 2016, Jonas Stewart traveled to Thoman, Haiti for one week. Thoman is a village in the southeastern mountains of Haiti with a population of about 5,000. He was there on a mission trip planned through But God Ministries. He was accompanied by his parents, members of the church, and a group from Mississippi. In this time, his group worked with the local hope center and added children to the sponsor program. His time was well spent and he plans to go back. In only one week, he managed to capture a glimpse of this beautiful country and those who inhabit it. Here are a few of his photos taken with a digital camera.

Aside from being aesthetically pleasing, each picture tells it's own story. The Haitian lifestyle is very different from our own, and through these pictures we see community, education, love and joy.

Jonas is a great friend of mine, and a talented photographer. As I looked through his pictures, I was overcome with many thoughts. At first, I was only impressed at how great they were. Then, I realized I had previously known nothing about Haiti. I listened to his stories of all the people he met and things he learned. He taught me a few words to speak in Creole Even still, I knew nothing other than what I heard and saw from a person who had actually been there.

It is very easy to become involved with missions. Whether it is supporting a missionary or being a missionary, anyone can do something.

For more information on how to you can get involved with But God Ministries, please visit their website.

Cover Image Credit: Jonas Stewart

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