Today we experienced a fantastic service. I can honestly say that these people are incredibly happy. The joy on their faces was genuine. I spoke with one of them after wards and I asked, "Why are you so happy?" The gentlemen responded with, "I'm a Christian, how can I not be?" How have I missed this? Have I taken for granted the joy in which we can experience as part of our relationship with Christ? Somehow the people I've encountered in Jacmel have ignored logic and ignored that nothing is really being done by the government here. They've come to grips with Jesus being enough. What does it take to get to that point? I'm not talking about understanding it or even believing it. I'm talking about living it. What does it take and how do we get there? The people of Jacmel, Haiti know and I plan to find out this week.
- Christian
From across the isthmus in Port Au Prince, we were greeted by Dr. Marquette at Kings Hospital. From chaos at the airport to the two hour journey through tent villages and urban devastation our senses were bombarded with images, smells and sounds of the life here.
ReplyDeleteI couldn't say it better Christian - they come to grips that Jesus is enough.
The children at Kings Hospital spent the afternoon lifting our spirits with their laughter, the enthusiasm for life and their hugs. God is truly with us here.
My life flows on in endless song;
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I hear the sweet though far off hymn
That hails a new creation:
Through all the tumult and the strife
I hear the music ringing;
It finds an echo in my soul—
How can I keep from singing?
What though my joys and comforts die?
The Lord my Savior liveth;
What though the darkness gather round!
Songs in the night He giveth:
No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that refuge clinging;
Since Christ is Lord of Heav’n and earth,
How can I keep from singing?
I lift mine eyes; the cloud grows thin;
I see the blue above it;
And day by day this pathway smoothes
Since first I learned to love it:
The peace of Christ makes fresh my heart,
A fountain ever springing:
All things are mine since I am His—
How can I keep from singing?