
I’ve been all around the world
and have never seen such a devastating site. Watching CNN the people in Haiti become “them” or “the people over there”. Walking through Haiti, the Haitians were no longer “them” but real people like Cedsi, Ricardo, the families I met in one of many “tent cities”.
The babies were everywhere. They were hungry, sick, tired, naked, and crying. Malaria, typhoid, hunger, are just a few of the physical issues. Emotionally I’d fall apart if two weeks prior I’d lost my entire family, yet the strength and ability to survive was seen everywhere.
I was caught in a weird place,
I don’t grasp all I’ve seen. I’m stricken with a compassion that I never knew I had. I wanted to stay for months and help and serve. Still I was one soul in a world of disaster who couldn’t even speak the language. It was so chaotic at times that we had to have armed guards with us. I was just in the way without a translator on many occasions.
This is not about a Messiah complex,
where I think we have to save the world, this is about seeing real hurt, extreme poverty, and devastation. This is about sharing in the compassion that Jesus himself has for people like me.
Hip hop and American urban culture was everywhere.
I saw a young man with “Hip Hop” tattooed on his forearm. We had a brief exchange, and freestyle session. It was after seeing this along with blood and crip gangs, and even a section of the city respectively nicknamed “Brooklyn”, that I realized something. I realized that myself and other believers with an affinity or understanding of urban culture can really be used by God to have a lasting impact in Haiti.
I‘m thankful for my new friend Ricardo
who was a young theology student that helped me translate the gospel and answer hard questions. I’m thankful for the ministry that I saw taking place there. I’m thankful for the chance to see outside of my little selfish world. Lord keep the world on my heart.
If you want to contribute financially to great work being done in Haiti I recommend these sites. I’ve see their work personally. http://www.samaritanspurse.org http://www.reachlife.org/haiti All I can tell you is money and prayer are REALLY needed. Check the videos of my time there.
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Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation, He is my fortress, I will not be shaken. My salvation and my honor depend on God; He is my mighty rock, my refuge.
Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge. Psalm 62
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