when the earth cries out
it is felt around the world
There's a mystic connection between the people of the Caribbean that I cannot begin to explain in words. It is something that exists deep within our souls. No matter where we are in the world, when we encounter each other, we feel it. And when there's a disturbance in the force, we all feel it.
I have ceased watching any coverage of the earthquake in Haiti on the television. Personally, I find that it is turning into somewhat of a spectacle by some media outlets. The tragic victims here are human beings, deserving of the utmost dignity and respect, especially in this their most tender moment. Each Haitian is a mother, father, brother, sister, child or relative of another person and we must never lose sight of that.
My heart aches. I cannot begin to process the scope of the devastation to this beautiful island and its people. But I share in their pain.
Today, I witnessed a blind, elderly lady being slowly led to the front of a Haitian congregation in my old neighbourhood to pray for her relatives in Haiti. have you ever seen pain on the face of a blind woman?
The band softly began to play. I couldn't help but notice the mid-afternoon sun streaming through the sheer window curtains. This warm light was a comforting reminder that JAH will never forsake his children. And tears rolled down my cheeks as my sister and the praise team led the congregation in song.
*Richard Smallwood: Healing
*Kirk Franklin: My life is in your hands
*As Haitians, home and abroad, await news regarding the well-being of their friends and family members, I ask that you simply join us in prayer.
*If you would like to lend a helping hand to the people of Haiti, I encourage you to visit Wyclef Jean's nonprofit Yele Haiti. Or text the word "YELE" to 501501 to donate $5, or the word "HAITI" to 501501 to donate $10, to the Yele Haiti Earthquake Fund.