Thirty-some teenagers came out for small groups tonight, but we didn’t have small groups.
Instead, there were disturbing images and numbing statistics on Haiti. It was uncomfortable, raw, heart-shattering into millions of pieces. I couldn’t stop wiping away tears from my seat in the back, almost embarrassed at such visible emotion.
Paul prayed that we would be disturbed. Disturbed to do something. Pray. Give. Mobilize.
30-some students and leaders in one cramped room in one night raised $1200. What?
$1200. Kids these days…
The devastation cannot be fathomed. And no amount of dollars can heal that kind of hurt. But there will be food and clean water and the compassion of strangers from a little white country church. And that’s as good of a place to start as any.
“For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in..”
May all of us continue to be DISTURBED. May all of us continue to LOVE.
Gotta start somewhere.
UPDATE AS OF 1/17: Students have upped their own pledges, giving more money than they had initially committed. The total is now up to $1, 450. Can you believe it?
This is crazy sacrifice. None of the students or leaders have access to much. So so so proud of their huge hearts, compassion & sensitivity. The church today was challenged to match their giving. And match they did:) Incredible.