Saturday, January 16, 2010

Water Doesn't Break

Toys break. I throw them away.

Appliances break and are replaced.

Glass breaks. Dishes break. Fingernails break. Pencils break.

Cars break down.

Hearts, dreams, and the will can be broken. Yet with resolve they reassemble.

But what about a country? What happens when it breaks? Or, better said, what happens when literally and figuratively, people break? They rip at the seams. Their bodies are crushed. They die. Or they mourn, wailing over brokenness that can't be patched up, replaced, thrown out, or ignored.

On Tuesday Haiti broke. It broke into pieces from the inside out. The earth's massive shift caused calamity, potentially the worst disaster in human history. That's right. In. Human. History.

After reading a missionary's blog (link below) I understand that driving down the street resembles the scene in Hotel Rwanda when the jeep, thought to be hitting rough terrain, was actually running over bodies strewn in the street. I saw the scene from the movie and nearly vomited. Though based on a true story it was easy to tell myself, "It's just a movie." But it wasn't. And right now in Haiti there is no pause button, no luxury of hitting stop on a remote to gather ones senses. (Visit the Castillo Family 's blog. They work with Northwest Haiti Christian Mission .)

I cried for Haiti - three days ago, two days ago, yesterday, this morning. I cried for people I don't know, but love, because Christ in me is compelled to do so.

As I would look for news reports on websites I was stunned to see advertising along the borders. Companies selling jewelry, weight loss, entertainment news. And just like when I watched Hotel Rwanda I wanted to vomit.

Broken Haiti. Can you imagine? Heat, dust, stench, and no clean water. Not just a drop, but gallons heaped upon each other is what I pray for these people. Biblically speaking, water is symbolic for the Holy Spirit. In both ways, Haiti, may it be available to drink in. Drink it in deeply.

To ask why this happened, for me, isn't the point. What I'm more willing to pray is, "God, show me how to focus my prayers for Haiti because I'm at a loss." Then God confirmed my instincts.

Water. Give them water.

So, for Dan and I, that's what we're going to do. Some friends of ours who provide water for poverty stricken areas are headed to Haiti to provide permanent clean water solutions. We are backing them financially.

Ironically, water in itself, doesn't break. Just like the Holy Spirit, it is poured out to saturate whatever it touches.

Figuratively speaking I've been drenched in the water of Haiti. Maybe it's the tears of God. Regardless, my broken heart is a constant reminder to pray. With every pang that sears my chest it's a reminder to beg God for mercy.

For water for dry throats, for life.

For water of the Spirit to reign down, now and always.

God is with you Haiti. Today, may there be water, fresh and clean. Because water doesn't break.

How are you praying for Haiti?


Karen Osler said...

Thanks Stacy! Nice post. I am familiar with NWHCM, the director was trained at HCM in Fond Parisien under Pastor Prophete. I may be going as soon as March and there is a wide open trip in Oct. Thrilled to see how America is helping. is Matthew 25, a local organization that ships aid year round, globally. Did my heart good to watch people walk in, or some roll in wheelchairs, wanting to help. Wonderful!

Raw Faith Real World said...

Me too Stacy... my heart breaks to see the videos of people desperately trying to dig family members out, but not having the tools they need. One of the larger churches here recently had a huge drive at their church for people to sponsor children in Haiti and the congregation responded. I just got an email from them saying they were working with compassion to try to find the status of the children and reminding people that now there will be so many more children who need help. I think it's a great idea to help supply water. Hopefully as believers we will be moved by what moves the heart of God. Perhaps for us too, having had such recent sickness and losses in our own lives we feel the sting of living in a broken world more acutely. Even though it's painful, I am so thankful to be able to feel that way. Maybe you can post more info on what you guys are doing. :)

Krissy Blakley said...

Thanks for writing about this. Each day I feel as you do. My burden is for the babies that mothers are going to watch die because they can't feed them or give them water. Lifeline has delivered babies this week and I can't even imagine... I heard a commentator talking how rain would make this all the filth worse. I think rain is an instant solution for water for everyone for now. I don't have words to pray...only for God's mercy on them. It becomes not just pictures on a screen when you have walked where they walk and met people there. It is very real. Love you!

Wendy Maybury said...

Great post Stacey! I was sent by my parents who love you too!

miller_schloss said...

Beautifully written, Stacy.

Kim said...

Hi Stacy,

I know this comment is late but this is so powerful. Water doesn't break. He promises that if we drink from His fountain we will be thirsty no more - That refreshing, life-giving water does not break.

Thank you, thank you, thank you for sharing this!!!