I cannot believe it is now over 2 weeks ago that Haiti was hit with such a horrible earthquake. I thing I am probably the last blogger to weigh in on what has happened there. I guess I have struggled with what can be said that has not already been said, yet at the same time I would not want my silence on the matter to communicate a lack of compassion or concern. I have been humbled and brought to my knees by it.
I think for most of us it is impossible to fathom the amount of lose and destruction these people are dealing with. The scale of it is so huge I heard on the news that they figure it will be a ten year process of cleaning up and rebuilding Haiti. That is enormous. I think of the struggles that Dave and I have been through and when compared to what this nation is going through how small our struggles seem.
The images fill my mind and to be frank I don’t want to forget them. I do not want to get so wrapped up in my day to day activities that I forget. I do not want to be numb to the suffering of others. I sat watching the news one night with Hannah asleep at my side, (She has taken to getting out of bed and coming downstairs to me another post entirely) I saw little orphaned children in the street with one woman trying to care for all of them. They had no medical care next to no food or water only what this one woman could find. I could not help but compare them to Hannah who lay asleep, warm, with a full belly, beside her Momma. She knew if she woke from a scary dream how to find me. Than as I cried watching these little ones alone, hurting, injured, hungry, sitting in the street I could not help but think how I wish I could go and comfort them and bring them home with me. Of course I knew that was not realistic.
The one woman who was taking care of all these little orphans (many with injuries) was asked by the journalist if she was angry. “Oh no,” she replied, “this is where I have been placed and this is where I’ll stay.” She wasn’t angry that no aid had reached them she wasn’t mad at the countless people who walked by her and these children. She was committed to staying with them until such time as she was no longer needed until then she was prepared to stay on and serve and comfort these little one. She had in essence laid down her life for the lest of these. How am I laying down my life for the lest of these?
I once read that if you have a roof over your head, clothes on your back and 20 dollars in your pocket you are richer than 80% of the world. I would not be surprised if those statistics have climbed. I heard on the news that prior to the earthquake the average Haitian survived on $2 a day. If you live in the western world than you are one ‘whom much has been given.’ Dave and I went through a really difficult period of time financially but even through that we had clothing a home and food. Yes, I know we have homeless here too, but that is definitely a minority here. For those of us to whom much is given, much is required of us… we are the MUCH.
Matthew 25:35- For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’ “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’ “The King will reply, ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.’