Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
 (poem on the Statue of Liberty- Emma Lazarus)


 “Come unto me, all ye that labor, and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."
Matthew 11:28
(The Bible- Jesus)

My husband and I sat in front of the t.v. last night almost in tears over the pictures coming from Haiti. On our sofa. In our house. Eating hot, tasty chicken and potatoes for dinner.

Today in Haiti, status means nothing. Money means nothing. Intelligence means nothing. We so often rest on the knowledge that we have money in the bank. Health insurance for when we get sick. The government unemployment check if we lose our job. But, the reality is that before the God of the universe, Americans and Haitians are in the same state. We stand before God empty-handed and burdened by sin. Yet, he offers us Rest. Hope. Salvation.

We can not offer these things to people of Haiti, but we can offer up our prayers to the God who does. Most of us can not go to Haiti, but we can support and pray for the aide workers who do. Most of us can't provide the millions of dollars needed for water, food and medicine, but we can join together to give what we have.

Personally, Sam and I really believe in World Relief. They are on the ground in Haiti providing emergency relief kits, but there are lot's of other reliable, effective organizations to support, as well. I know that a lot of families are struggling to make ends meet, but perhaps we can all find a creative way to help out our brothers and sisters in Haiti. I just happened to sell a few items on e-bay yesterday, so we donated the money from two of those sales to Haiti. Not much at all, but together the Church across the world can make such a huge difference.