Before we even landed in Port au Prince, the brokenness of Haiti was quickly evident. Mudslides from the deforested mountains looked like tears flowing from the heights. A quick glimpse of the airport terminal revealed that it too had been affected by the earthquake, with huge cracks in the walls, and portions of the building rendered unsafe and unusable. Our first taste of the chaos came quickly as we attempted to navigate through the airport, as people searched for their bags through the hundreds that flowed from the single carosel. We were greeted on the outside by dozens, if not hundreds of people desperately searching for someone that might offer them a tip for unwanted assistance with baggage. As we drove to the orphanage a short distance away, tent cities were everywhere. Bruce made a sobering observation...no smiles on the faces of those we passed. This is a sad nation in desperate need of hope! Even the children are struggling and are still afraid to enter the lower floors of any multistory building for fear that it may again collapse upon them.
Our team is well. Yes, we are tired and very, very hot, but the real battle this week is not physical in nature, but rather spiritual and emotional. Please pray that we can deliver the hope that this place so desperately needs!
