Victims

The final moments of the day are once again on me. I have just finished reading the blogs and comments to the team and prayed. I was about to lie down on my mattress when a sound fell upon my ears. The victims in the next tent over were singing. They have been working in the mountain all day today and have come to their interim home for a few hours of rest before heading back out. Now they sing and pray. I cannot understand their words, but I can hear the urgency, the desperation, the need for deliverance. Were I in their circumstances what would I be doing? Begging God or blaming Him? Could I sing, or would I scream? I admire these people for doing something. Not sitting, not complaining, but courageously and diligently marching forward in faith. Being on this end of the disaster, there is so much to be frustrated about, and I think there is some, but certainly not on the nationwide scale it could be. As I have already stated, the size of this catastrophe cannot be imagined. Most of these people’s lives have been altered for their lifetimes. From lost homes, to lost relation, to lost health, to lost limb. It makes 911 look like a tiny dot on the radar screen of disasters. How many months did it take us to clean that up? This was a city of 3 million, certainly not earthquake resistant. Now it’s a pile of rubble…concrete rubble. But they sing, and they pray. I don’t know what battles you may be facing tonight, I have a few of my own, but these great people stir my perspective, clear the lenses of my heart, and give me a new appreciation for what I possess. Jake, thanks for the reminder again, we must persevere, let these dear people lead the way. Blessing from under a tent tonight!