Thursday, June 3, 2010

The Rocks Cry Out

I am humbled in Haiti daily by the evidence and the knowledge of Christ that I witness and I hear. So many are thankful for being saved from the earthquake, for having food, being blessed with items we have given out in distribution and for knowing God. I woke up this morning wondering how God feels when so many are hungry, so many are needy. I realized here in Haiti the people sing praises, they shout thanks in the Name of Jesus, they offer repeated praises to God, and they praise Him for all things, because I hear it. I visualize the hurt in Haiti to be so big even the rocks cry out and it reminded me of the passage in 1 Peter.

But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light. Once you were not a people, but now you are the people of God; once you had not received mercy, but now you have received mercy. 1 Peter 2:4-10 and then in Luke 19:40 So don't remain silent! Don't let the rocks cry out !

My mind was going a million miles a minute, what was God showing me in the rocks? I scrambled in my pjs with my morning coffee and I was excited to find so many references to rock in the bible and my favorite He is our rock our strong tower, it was six blog stories not just one.

Peter depicted the church as a building, and each believer as a living stone in that

construction. The foundation or cornerstone was Jesus Christ. This week at Ft Jacques the guys are building the road with pavers. They started in one place and are building upon the maze of stones to create a road. So I imagined the vision of Jesus as the cornerstone and where I was in the construction and I was overwhelmed at the vision. I was in a myriad of stones of peoples of every country of the world. I was placed in my heart beside a Haitian women, a women whose life was a testimony to God's grace and mercy and love. I knew that God have given me a passion and a burden for Haiti, He brought me here again, gives me strength and He sustains my every need, but what did I give him. Did I praise him enough, was I the weakest link in the mass of stones. I wanted to be a strong rock.

In the myriad of stones I sat beside the women. I saw as she praised him, as she prayed out loud, and lived a life filled with Him. I saw in her eyes a strength that cannot be measured. I had the priviledge of meeting that women this week, a women whose face spoke volumes of a life more difficult than most. A heart so tender that as she thanked me for helping the children she teared up and so did I. Her legs were wrapped in bandages, she was frail but her heart shone a light so powerful I had been compelled to walkover to her house to say hello. We had dropped off the last of a few boxes of blankets, winter coats and childrens clothes in the mountains of Kenscoff, A community high up above Port Au Prince, with windy roads, beautiful terraced gardens, and a breathtaking view of the valleys below. I know that God had orchrasted this visit, for I was not supposed to go along but had been invited to go last minute to take pictures. Her eyes and smile will be forever etched in my heart and when I grow weary or disenchanted, I will remember her, I saw the eyes of Jesus and they were encouraging me on a mountain in Kenscoff in the pouring rain to continue to praise Him, and not grow weary. It can be so difficult to stay in good spirits some days but my day did not end there. We visited with the children, they sang and I danced and they sang some more, we twirled in the rain, and everyone learned to give me five. it was a picture or reflection of our connection, our family in Christ. God brings me from across the miles to be the bearer of blessings that were sent from other corners of North America, I had that few moments in the rain, thanking God and the sound of children singing praises. I had been given a gift to be the hands once again. The rocks in Haiti do not cry out for the pain they see, I do. The rocks cry out in the neighborhoods where many are weary and weak of the daily struggles, but they cannot praise him because they do not know Him. Haiti is a country that is eager to hear the word, a country that is hungry for the word, a people willing to listen and learn more. Please pray for those people who are lights in community to continue to shine for Him, for the churches to increase ten fold and for those that desire to hear will come to a place where they can.

As His living stones His praise is to be continually in our mouths, blessing His name at all times (Psalm 34:1). We are to offer up a sacrifice of unceasing praise, giving

thanks to His Holy name (Hebrews 13:15). I need to praise more, I need to shout to the rooftops His unfathomable love and be thankful for all things. Today as I start another day in Haiti I will remember in all things give thanks. As we wind down our time here and struggle already with the goodbyes to come I am reminded not to dwell on that but to sing praises to Him.

1 comment:

  1. Oh, what beautiful memories, photos and stories you will go home with Colleen. I have so enjoyed reading your entries, you write so beautifully about how you see, feel and hear God working in your life as well as the people of Haiti. Bless you both as you prepare to depart from Haiti......until your called again!