Four Walls

Inside four walls 16 "white people" sat underneath a blue tarp that sheilded the sun but did nothing to keep the heat from overwhelming them. On the other side were 50 or more Hatians, dressed in their most beautiful clothes, barely moved because there was not blue tarp over them.


Inside four walls a group of believers worshipped the same God. The God that made each of them unique, but exactly the same. The God that allowed some of them to enjoy the creature comforts of the US, while others there faced another day of no food and certainly no clean drinking water.

Inside four walls 16 "white people" were thanking God for how He had blessed them - health, family, jobs, food to eat daily and clean water. We felt rich because of what we had. We felt lucky becuase of where we lived. All we had to do was look around us and feel sorry for what they didn't have. For where they lived. Their country, their daily stuggle just to survive, surely made them worthy of our pity.

Inside four walls a Hatian pstor spoke - first in Creole then in English, "We are lucky to live in Haiti where we can freely worship OUR God."

Inside four walls 16 "white people" sat stunned. Lucky to live in Haiti? IS he for real? Were those words translated correctly?

Inside four walls a group of Christians, a church, worshipped their Lord. Lucky to be in Haiti? Yes.