The Bel Fle Missions Hotel serves a unique, multi-layered purpose in Haiti, providing quality, low-cost US standard accommodations to missionaries and mission teams; and providing employment, skill development, and additional benefits to Haitian workers.
The property provides economy double occupancy US standard rooms surrounded by lush Haitian greenery and a protective security wall. Bel Fle has staff on duty 24 hours a day and 24 hour security to ensure the safety of the guests.
"Our philosophy regarding international service is that team members must be at 100%... 100% of the time. Without access to a safe, comfortable environment where they can recharge, team members will often become ill, reducing by hours or even days the amount of time they are able to devote to their service commitments." -Wendell Mettey, Founder, Matthew 25: Ministries
MATTHEW 25: MINISTRIES
The mission of Matthew 25: Ministries is to fulfill Matthew 25:34-40 of the New Testament by providing nutritional food to the hungry, clean water to the thirsty, clothing to the naked, affordable shelter to the homeless, medical care to the ill, and humanitarian supplies to those in need. Additionally, Matthew 25: Ministries is committed to fulfilling Matthew 25:40 by educating the public on the conditions and needs of the "least of these;" and by providing resources for action.
Bel Fle Missions Hotel is one of many programs Matthew 25: Ministries supports worldwide. The purpose of the property is to provide a much needed service for missionaries and mission teams as well as provide a model for sustainable development that can be replicated in other developing countries. For more information visit www.m25m.org.The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’ Matthew 25:40 (NIV)
THE STORY OF BEL FLE
Bel Fle, noun, beautiful flower (Haitian Creole)
There once lived a very unhappy man who was a carrier of water. He hated carrying water and despised his master for giving him such a lowly job.
To escape the whispers of the women who gathered at the well each morning, he would arrive at first light, draw his water and be on his way. To lessen the number of trips to the well, he tied a large clay jar to each end of a long, sturdy pole. He could now carry twice as much water, but the journey was twice as strenuous.
Then one day he noticed a little thing, but something big enough to completely change his life forever. There it was at his feet—a delicate, beautiful example of how any job given by the master, if the servant was obedient, could bring about something wonderful. Looking down, he smiled. At that very moment, he realized that he had no control over the job the master gave him, only how he would perform it.
From that day on, he changed. He was no longer just a carrier of water, but one that brought beauty and joy into the lives of the countless people who traveled that dusty road.
One day, a fellow traveler motioned for him to stop. "I have a question," he said. "It's about your clay jars. One jar is perfect in every way. Not a drop of water is lost from this jar. But, the other jar. It has cracks and chips everywhere and the lid wobbles terribly. Water spills from this jar. The jar has to be half empty by the time you reach your destination. Why don't you replace it with a new jar, one more efficient?"
Looking back at the path he had just traveled, the carrier of water smiled and said with great delight, "Look, my friend . . . you tell me. On which side of the road do the flowers grow? They do not grow on the side of the perfect jar. The side of the road where the flowers grow is on the side of the imperfect jar. It is the blemished and worn jar that brings the flowers to life in the spring and waters them all summer long."
“Once I was consumed with bitterness,” the carrier confessed, "until that day when I saw those flowers at my feet. I realized then that the master could use me, imperfections and all, to bring beauty into my life and the lives of others. On which side of the road do the flowers grow? Not on the side of the perfect jar, but on the side of the one with all the imperfections."