Although I’ve never read Cry, The Beloved Country, a book by South African author Alan Paton, those are the only words that comfort me as I look through the graphic photos of the devastation in Haiti. As the people of Haiti cry, so do the citizens of the world.
I did not truly comprehend the extent of the damage until last night. Last night I watched the evening news and saw the footage of the buildings, neighborhoods, and people that looked as though they had been broken into tiny pieces. I couldn’t do anything but fight back the tears.
The sadness and despair that the images convey is too great to bear and I am only seeing an image conveyed through a camera lens. To be there, living that reality, or to be here with no information on your loved ones has got to be something akin to the tests that Job encountered in the bible.
I don’t claim to be extremely religious and I don’t attend church like I should but I do believe in God. It’s during the lowest points that you need to feel a connection with God the most. However believing in God during a trajedy of such epic proportions evokes a strange mixture of solace and vacancy – solace in my belief, vacancy in the helplessness that this tragedy makes me feel…Why God? Why did this have to happen to these people? Why did this happen to this vulnerable country? God – please help these people.
DS Download: My grandfather didn’t talk about the bible to much, but I do remember him telling me about the book of Job. He used to tell me the story of how God tested Job because the devil was convinced that Job only believed in God because of his good fortune – wealth, plentiful crops, children etc. To show the devil that Job was a true believer God stripped Job of every earthly possession, but even in the midst of tragedy Job did not forsake God…he questioned God, but he never lost his faith.
I am reminded of the story of Job as I attempt to piece together my own faith in light of this hellish tragedy. I am reminded that – as my Grandfather would say – I may have doubts and I may question God but if I have faith the size of a mustard seed then that faith can move mountains.
I guess faith and a true belief in something bigger than us is the only thing that can be comforting in a time like this. Though we are currently sharing tears with the people of Haiti we look forward to one day soon rejoicing in their triumphs.
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