It is Thursday and I’ve been in Haiti for nine days. For much of this, we have been traveling in the mountains and without internet, so in the days to come I will try to get caught up on my experiences.
I do want to share this incredible journey with you, as it happens, but I am limited by both internet connectivity and my ability to process it all, so my entries will always be behind time. However, for what it is worth, this is my start.
It is too pat and easy to come to another country and say, ‘Oh, I love the people. They are so beautiful and filled with joy, despite their need.’ I feel we do them a disservice by simplifying their story and their history in such a way, but I am, as yet, unable to do any better.
For a wordsmith, the right words have been hard to come by, so you’re getting raw posts…unedited. I beg you to bear with me as I muddle through my thoughts, trying to grasp this complex country, its people and all its contrasts.
You will see Haiti through my eyes, through the lens of my perceptions and my own feeble searching. You will first see the Haiti you may have come to recognize through the mainstream media, but you will also see the Haiti that lives behind all this, a Haiti that may surprise and move you. I have been reduced to tears many times, not by the poverty or the need, but by my own frailty and shortcoming in the face of Haitian strength and loss and noble pride. Perhaps this may seem selfish, but I believe compassion for others cannot happen without facing our own failings first. I don’t expect the full weight of it all to make itself known until I am back home again.
And also, in the days to come, perhaps most importantly, you will also hear the voices of people who depend on God to protect the hope and light of their hearts.