There is a God in Haiti. He's in the faces of the survivors who spent long days and nights pinned under unyielding slabs of concrete, wondering if they'd make it out alive. There is no doubt that God was with them. He's in the faces of the rescuers who worked tirelessly, searching amongst the rubble of toppled buildings for sights or sounds of life. He's guiding the hands of the doctors and nurses who are caring for the injured under unimaginably tough conditions. He's in the hearts of people the world over who are donating money and other goods to help ease the suffering of a grief stricken, weary nation. While some skeptics may question and even blame God for this tragedy, the Haitians who survived the earthquake's terrible destruction know better. They are the ones that we see on TV dancing and singing praises to God for having escaped from the valley of the shadow of death.
Oddly amazing. Or is it? A poem written by Annie Flint some years ago perhaps explains it:
He gives more grace when the burden grows greater.
He sends more strength when the labors increase.
To added affliction, he adds his mercy;
To multiplied trials, his multiplied peace.
To outsiders and onlookers, "it does not yet appear what [it] shall be" but with faith, Haiti will rise again to become a better nation, even a God fearing nation for having been through this incredible experience. Already, this once forgotten people now command center stage in the world's affairs. Isn't that just like our God.
