The images coming out of Haiti are horrific. Stunned people wandering down streets filled with rubble and bodies, dust hanging in the air from buildings that collapsed into each other, onto each other, on top of their inhabitants. The ruined husks of hospitals. The markets destroyed. The government vanished under the weight of collapsed timber. I am shaken by the pictures of already destitute children, staring at the remnants of their orphanages, wondering where they will sleep, what they will eat, and where they will go. Haiti is a table of dust and ashes, of empty plates and cracked glasses, of overturned chairs and shattered hopes. And Christ is among them, suffering with them, loving them, calling us to help them, unrelenting in his compassion.
How will you answer God's call to care for his beloved children?
How will I?