I can not believe it has been a year since the earthquake. Quite frankly, it seems just like yesterday. I still see many of the earthquake victims. I see the pain still in their eyes. You cannot go through what they went through and be okay quickly. Maybe you can never be okay after seeing family and friends being crushed by buildings tumbling down upon them.
When I go to Port-au-Prince to fly in and out of the country–it seems the tent cities just get bigger. Our mission has helped many of the victims in the tent cities. Our daughter Jody picked a group of 50 families near the capitol. We joined her and for several months fed them. You know I read all about how the “well to do” missions are just hurting the Haitians. Some say that we are enabling. But I ask, “What do you do when you go to a hospital and see many people just laying on the bare concrete because there is no room?” They come by bus loads to our area and have broken legs and broken arms on a bus ride that is a ride from Hell. No one has medicine at the hospital– so we buy medicine. We don’t wait to go through a committee because if we did they would be dead. So you listen to the Holy Spirit that God plants inside of you and with a broken heart you reach out as we believe Jesus would have done.
We have been here 30 years. We know there are con-artists and crooks among the truly needy and desperate– here there is a desperation that I feel no other country has. The government gives them nothing. Everyone takes– so they learn to take without asking! One year later, little has changed to the naked eye but I do believe some hearts have turned to Jesus. A year ago, many thought today was the end of the world. Many cried out that day for Jesus. And…many are still crying out for Jesus.