Naïve – that’s the only word that describes my mindset when our group left the U.S. and headed to Cuba. I had heard stories about Cuba my entire life as my parents met in Havana in the late 1950s, right before Fidel Castro came into power. They spoke of the beautiful hotels, the Latin music of the nightclubs, the exotic food, and the fabulous architecture.  More recently, I heard Canadian tourists speak of Cuba as the most beautiful island in the Caribbean. Also, I knew that the constitution declared Cuba an atheist state and then, later, a secular state. I assumed that the people had continued to maintain the essential beliefs of the Christian church. I was wrong – and naïve — on all accounts.  The Readers Digest version is this: Cuba has difficult living conditions, including water, sanitation, food, and health issues.  In fact, one of our group members has traveled to many third-world countries and related those experiences to this trip.  With respect to spirituality, when the Roman Catholic Church collapsed, the church buildings were destroyed, and the priesthood was scattered.

The people were left to fend for themselves in terms of spiritual education, worship, discipleship, and growth.  Fast forward five decades and the church of Cuba is not the church of Roman Catholicism but the church of predominantly Protestant mission efforts. And, despite harassment and significant life struggles, the church is thriving.

Explaining the presence, provision, and power of the Holy Spirit on the island is difficult.  Feeling the presence, provision, and power of the Holy Spirit on the island is inevitable.  My most special memories involve the church at Puerto Esperanza and a woman named Mari.  During worship one evening, I felt drawn to an extremely thin woman who appeared to be about the same age.  She stood out to me, not only because she was stunning, but because what she wore was so different than the other women.  She had on a beautiful white blouse with a long black skirt and black high heels.  Despite her outward elegance, her eyes were so sad, and the Lord placed it immediately on my heart to pray for her.  When our eyes met, I smiled at her, and when she smiled back, I saw that she had no teeth.  When the service was over, I tried to find her but could not.  I left Cuba wanting to know this woman and her story.  The Lord just kept telling me to pray for her, and that’s what I did.

I was not able to return to Puerto Esperanza until three years later. I was terribly disappointed when, during our first worship service, I could not find the woman for whom I had been praying.  However, I met a man named Sergio sitting on a bench right outside the church, and he was cleaning fish.  Sergio is a local fisherman who provides the church with fish for special meals.  He was very excited to show me what we were having for dinner and to give me a tour of the new kitchen that had been added to the church since my last visit.  I use the term “kitchen” loosely as it is a four-walled shanty with gas burners for the boiling and frying of enormous vats of food.  In the sweltering heat of the burners, a woman was frying plantains when we entered, and although I don’t speak Spanish, I thought I understood Sergio to say that this was his wife, Mari. When she turned around and I looked into her eyes, I knew that this was the woman.  She was heavier than before, and her hair was longer, and when she smiled, she had a mouthful of teeth.  I stood in the kitchen and prayed, “Lord, I am so confused.  My heart is telling me that Mari is the woman, but maybe I just want to see her so badly that I am superimposing my desires on this person.”  I went to find our translator, and when Mari finished cooking, I asked her to sit with me for a while.

I told her about the powerful way in which God spoke to me about a woman in a white blouse and black skirt during a worship service a few years ago.  I told her that God had laid it on my heart that this woman was suffering and needed prayer.  I told her that I could not get the image of her out of my mind, and I took that to mean that until God told me otherwise, I was to continue to pray.  As I shared my story, Mari began to cry.  Yes, she was the woman.  Yes, she had worn her best clothes that night because the Americans were going to be at the service.  Yes, she was suffering then because her teenage daughter had just run off to Havana and was living in a way that broke Mari’s heart.  Yes, she was so distraught that she was physically ill at the time.  However, since I had seen Mari that first time, her daughter had removed herself from the environment in which she was living and had gone back to school to become a nurse.  She had still not returned to the church, but Mari told me that she saw God answering her prayers.  Also, God had answered another prayer: She had finally been fitted with dentures!

Several years later, when I returned a third time and went into Mari’s home, she had a picture of the two of us hanging on the wall as well as a display of the letters that I had written to her.  She shared with me that her daughter had become a nurse, and she still prayed what all Christian mothers pray: that our children will know and love the Lord Jesus Christ such that their lives bring Him glory and honor.  We had a tough time telling each other goodbye, and I have not had the opportunity to see her for several years now. However, God brought us together, and I know that, in His timing, He will reunite us, if not in this world, then in the next.  Atulado Ministries may mean “by your side,” and we may think that we are sent to find those who need us.  After my first trip, I thought Mari needed me – and, in some ways, she did; however, I need Mari in my life as well.  I have experienced first-hand in Cuba with Atulado Ministries the incredible way in which the Lord masterminds His world.  Mari and I share nothing in common other than a love of the Lord and a desire to further His kingdom in the worlds in which He has placed us.  Her presence in my life is a source of great joy as she inspires me to pray, persevere, and remain faithful because I feel that if she can do it amid her circumstances, then I have no excuse not to do the same in the midst of mine.  

-Allison B.