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A broken heart

We are not allowed to give the children money, water, or food. We have a limited supply ourselves. We are giving them the gift of sanitation for the whole community, the showers and toilets here will be for the surrounding hillside, not just the school. But, how many children and grown men can you see explaining to your that they hungry and thirsty before your heart bursts? One child asked us for a drink and said, "I am dead."
It is hard to get used to the poverty. Port au Prince is the New York of Haiti. As much as one half of the population lives in Port au Prince. So, they have a cultural pushiness and survival bravado here that reminds one of New Yorkers. But, the human tragedy is real. People are dying and the tent cities offer no protection from the elements as hurricane season approaches. Housing, jobs, electricity, education, where do you start?
I believe that you have to start with the hope we find in Jesus Christ. I believe that a powerful movement of the spirit is needed to move this nation forward. I believe that only the God who created the earth can redeem Haiti and provide a path forward.

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