Haiti

19 Jan

Nothing Can Separate - A (Free) Song in the Midst of the Mystery

in Free Stuff, Haiti, Love Was Here First, News, Romans 8:38, song, Theodicy

Tomorrow I'll fly to Calgary to take part in a multi-artist benefit for Haiti.  I know our efforts will be a drop in the ocean, but I am very grateful for the opportunity to do something. [Update - the benefit was an amazing night and raised over $115,000 ... with the government matching the funds over $230,000 was raised.]

Even from this safe distance, watching the devastation in Port-au-Prince shakes the foundations of many of my tidy ideas about justice and what we can expect from the universe.  When my head starts to hurt, I remember this:

1. The world is broken.

2. God is with us.

3. God is for us.

4. God is good.

5. More will be revealed.

About a year ago I wrote a song called "Nothing Can Separate", which I recorded on LOVE WAS HERE FIRST.  The first verse talks about, among other things, an earthquake, and the whole song is an attempt to affirm the 5 points above.  Have a listen, and please feel free to download it and pass it around.

I'll include the lyrics below (click on "read more" in the bottom bar if you don't see them), and you can also download them HERE.

You can donate to Compassion Canada HERE.

You can donate to Compassion USA HERE.

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14 Jan

Haitian Horrors and Plucking the Day

in carpe diem, CNN, earthquake, Haiti, Horace, Musings [thoughts in process], seize the day

While my daughter Bethany was sloshing about (and taking entirely too long) in our ensuite bathtub tonight, I wandered over to the bedroom TV and turned on CNN.  There was Anderson Cooper, right in the thick of the Haitian nightmare, reporting on the earthquake aftermath from Ground Zero.  He showed footage his team had shot earlier in the day:  Dead bodies lining sidewalks, living bodies savaged and unable to reach medical help, family members wailing and searching and despairing. 

A 13-year-old girl named Bea was trapped face down beneath rubble, only her bare feet were visible jutting out from an enormous slab of concrete.  Her younger brother sat on his haunches on a heap of debris close by, listening to her cries, while several older relatives argued desperately with each other about the best way to free her and stubbornly kept at it with one ridiculous shovel until all at once she was free.  Her leg was broken but no one tried to get her to a hospital (there were reports that people who'd had limbs torn off had been waiting for medical attention for 18 hours).  She was OK, and while she answered the crew's questions through a translator, a relative fussed fiercely and tenderly with her hair ...