It’s 9:51 PM. This day was a roller coaster. I’m a long winder pastor guy type. I can talk till the cows come home, ask my wife 
I don’t have words. I’m at a loss. This doesn’t happen. This day was full and yet I’m having a hard time squeezing the crowded thoughts into words..
I will elaborate more tomorrow but the crux of it is that we visited Port-Au-Prince (PAP) today. I’ve been to third world countries. I’ve been to Cambodia, Mexico, and I’ve never seen anything like this. Two years later there are tattered tent cities full of young families stacked on top of each other. Imagine a world with no waste management. Imagine a world where city sewers are not hidden discretely underneath our feet-out of sight out of mind. Imagine a world where all you do is camp day after day, week after week, month after month, and now year after year. Rain, heat, sun, and sweat…and you are in it with thousands-as far as the eye can see from the sidewalk. This town is crumbling and it was crumbling before the earthquake and it still shudders in garbage and filth and hot humid stomach turning stench.
This is not what humans were made for. . . How long?
I drive by these places in sitting in the back of a truck….a man showers his body on the side of the road…we are driving through his bathroom. A young mom chases her stark naked two year old…we are driving in her nursery. A 15 yr. old boy hangs out with his pals, huddled around, playing Rock Band drums on hollow plastic buckets…we are driving through his bedroom. I feel shame that this potted road takes me through the inner chambers of their lives. Yet, we cannot look away! We cannot burry our heads in our glossy mail order catalogues. We cannot shrug, we cannot save, we cannot fix, we can’t control! How long?
I drive through their lives and think…Egypt. Israel. Slavery. Slavery slums and ramshackle chains. For 400 years they cry out…”How long?”
Psalms 6
Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am faint;
heal me, LORD, for my bones are in agony.
3 My soul is in deep anguish.
How long, LORD, how long?
4 Turn, LORD, and deliver me;
save me because of your unfailing love.
Good night! Be blessed and grateful for more than you know or can imagine. A gift. It’s all gift.
Jon
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Thanks for the seat beside you in the back of the truck… riding along with your team… praying for your time… serve well and return home renewed… hope your remaining time us fantastic!