I’ll be heading home soon
Their lives are built on poorly constructed roads. Or dust and rocks. Their lives are shaky, just like their homes made of blocks with too much sand, too little cement.
They work so hard, but are not employed. Not in the way we imagine. With job sites and time cards. Their work begins before the sun peeks above the horizon. In cities or villages or in clusters of homes far away in remote mountains.
Cleaning. Searching out food. Cooking what little they have. Sending children to school.
If they’re lucky.
The lives of the Haitian people are tender and unstable most days, but they are not unrooted.
No. The people of Haiti rise each morning, stretching sore muscles into another long day, anchored in the history and tradition of a people who won freedom from slavery while they still were in chains.
I am grateful to have been “home” in the U.S. for all these months. I still have a few presentations to make, even a sermon I am writing for my own home church.
But as September winds into October, I am preparing to head back to my other home.
Where people struggle daily with poverty and hunger and political and social instability.
And once again, I will join forces with them as they work together to make their lives better.
The fight for Haiti’s independence from slavery began 225 years ago, but the spirit of revolution still lights in their eyes.
Please keep all of us in prayers, friends.