Please pray for my dear friend Welson. He still has not heard from his family. Not a good sign. He is holding onto hope but hope is thin and wanning. Pray that they are alive. Pray that they are safe.
This morning in chapel our Dean of Students prayed for they country of Haiti. He prayed they would have peace and hope as they may not know where the next meal is coming from, may not have a place to stay, may be facing death. I love Dean Aren. But this we didn't get right. Not knowing where a meal is coming from is common place in Haiti. Not having a place to stay is normalized. Facing death is impending. That is every-day life. That is normal. That is Haiti.
Now we are facing a dillema of a different kind. A catastrophy has hit. Every building in the capitol has collapsed. What are we going to do? What are we going to do? Sit behind our computors and shake our heads making comments about how sad the situation is? NO! NO we will not!
We pray. We act.
To seaparate them is murder.
And to neglect them, suicide.
No bake sale this time, friends. A batch of cookies can buy a tank of gas. No. That's not good enough.
Where is the church? What will Jesus look like in this situation? How will He respond? How will His feet go? Quickly? Quietly? Or not at all. Will His hands touch with compassion? Will they wipe away the tear streaked cheeks and dab the blood off wounded foreheads? Will Jesus show up at all in the flesh? Or just on a sticker on a box with leftover hotel shampoos and lotions and a bar of dry soap?
If any babies survive, what will we do with them? Do we have a pure religion that cares for orphans and widows in their distress? What church will take in a baby? Commit to one, church. If each body did there would be no more orphans.
But what about me? What can I give? Oh, Lord, this threatens to consume me! What will You have me do? Where will You have me go? Show me before I forget that I love You, good and healing God. Show me, before I forget that I loved them and they are now with You.
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