Faith in the Rubble

When I returned to Haiti in July 2010 to volunteer with a campus ministry and saw the country in practically the same state as when I’d left, the churches were still overflowing. As I exchanged stories with Haitian college students and residents of tent cities, there was a distinct conversational shift when they found out that I was in Haiti at the time of the earthquake. It was as if the door opened and the thoughts and words about the friends and family that they had lost were invited to the table. I expected them to share their frustration and anger about the conditions in which they were living; I did not expect their consistent gratitude to God that they were alive.