|The name of Jesus is everywhere in Haiti.|
Words cannot describe what I am experiencing here. Today, people started to share their stories as walls came down and the healing love of Jesus was present. One young girl shared her terror t being in school. The day of the earthquake she ran out and the building collapsed on her peers. She is always afraid now and if one person runs, the whole class runs. She wants to know if she will ever feel well again. She said, “I am a Christian” in a way that begged of understanding from other that she loves God, but is so afraid.
Another man spoke of the dead children he saw on the way to see if his cousin was alright. He found his cousin dead and how later that night he was numb- now a year later he is haunted. He sits in the front row and his eyes are darkened with pain. He wants to be well – he wants the images to go away. All want to know how to help others to make it from the “Village of No Hope” to the “Village of New Beginnings.
The stories go on, and on and on. The sights, the sounds, the images of swollen bodies, and things I won’t even post because of the gruesome nature. Miraculously, God preserved so many Christians and there is a powerful testimony in that testimony in that.
I had a lot of rice and a little appetite at the meal that’s served. The heat in the church is sweltering. I saved my food – in Haiti every rubber band, every pen or piece of paper, or plastic bag, every grain of rice takes on a new meaning for me. We don’t dare give out money when we pass people– we are quite noticeable – and the people swarm around the car as it is. But standing still in traffic today a poor old women, put out her hand and raised the other to her mouth in the gesture of eating. I quickly grabbed my container of rice and handed it out the window. Her eyes lit up at the sight of food, and my heart broke. My head hurts and I cried a bit, but there is work to do. The people are so appreciative and they take such good care of me with such deep thankfulness that I am humbled beyond words.
This morning, they began with praise and then all voiced raised in unison quoted something. I approached Pastor Daniel and asked him what they had quoted. He said, Psalm 46. I looked it up. I asked him if they had always quoted this Psalm or just after the earthquake. He said they quote several Psalms, 23, 46 and 91. After quoting the Psalm 46 it was my turn to begin “the program.” After reading the Psalm, I cried as I told the Haitians that their faith is a testimony to the nations. I could barely speak.
I leave you with this
1God is our refuge and strength,a very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear though the earth gives way,
though the mountains be moved into the heart of the sea,
though its waters roar and foam,
though the mountains tremble at its swelling. Selah
There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
the holy habitation of the Most High.
God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved;
God will help her when morning dawns.
The nations rage, the kingdoms totter;
he utters his voice, the earth melts.
The Lord of hosts is with us;
the God of Jacob is our fortress. Selah
Come, behold the works of the Lord,
how he has brought desolations on the earth.
He makes wars cease to the end of the earth;
he breaks the bow and shatters the spear;
he burns the chariots with fire.
“Be still, and know that I am God.
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth!”
The Lord of hosts is with us;