It Doesn’t Get Much Worse
The headline on the Drudge Report this morning showed a dust-covered Haitian woman climbing out from a buidling’s rubble and in big, bold red letters read–Hell Came Up: 500,000 May be Dead.
500,000. A staggering, unfathomable number.
The accompanying article is very sobering and saddening. Bodies of children piled next to schools. Bodies dumped along the sides of roads gather flies. Thousands of them. Parents without children. Children without parents. The rich perished right along with the poor. Thousands still trapped. Millions left with nothing.
People pulled bodies from collapsed homes, covering them with sheets by the side of the road. Passers-by lifted the sheets to see if loved ones were underneath. Outside a crumbled building, the bodies of five children and three adults lay in a pile.
What do we do with this? How do we wrap our minds around such devastation and suffering? Haiti may be thousands of miles away but we are linked with the people of that island by our common humanness, our shared emotions, fears, suffering. Our heart aches for them.
Tragedies like this should cause us all to take a second look at our priorities, our perspectives on life. Material possessions are of no value, comfort is temporary, even our health (and life) or the life of a loved one can be taken away in a moment.
Hold on to the ones you love. Tell them often how much you love them. Make the most of every moment of every day.
And pray for those poor souls in Haiti.
What were your initial reactions upon hearing of the devastation?