haiti, oh haiti
I live a life of such privilege and good fortune.
Show me, oh God, where and how I might be of use to those in need.
Father, help us prove ourselves to be a world of compassion, gently and respectfully dealing with a nation so in need of that world’s service. Give us grace and provision and favor in helping to rescue, to redeem, to restore.
Amen and amen.
1.13.2010
There are no words for this. The poorest are always the most vulnerable to disaster, natural and political.
1.13.2010
I’m just aching for them.
…and I feel so impotent in the face of it.
1.13.2010
You know how I am a sponge, or empath is the word I think you use. It is a painful time. I have a Haitian turkey I keep in my bedroom (that is not a joke but a real short story I will tell someday), it’s a carved wooden thing given to me about 25 years ago by someone from Haiti, and I have been holding it tonight and praying for them there. Other than give to the Red Cross, I can’t do anything else except tell other people to do the same . . .
1.13.2010
I’m new to your blog (saw you on thatschurch) but I also feel helpless and that makes me feel terrible.
1.26.2010
No words.
2.10.2010
one of my friends just got back from there on a photography assignment. you should see some of the pics…amazing. he’s on twitter @jeremycowart if you want to see them!
2.10.2010
Cool, thanks ’skrat.
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