I'm still thinking about Haiti, all the time, watching the news and reading blogs and feeling overwhelmed with sadness. Last night I couldn't sleep, thinking about it, and thinking God I know you are there, I know that you love the Haitian people, but I just don't understand . . . got up to eat a bowl of cereal and a friend from Haiti had posted this video on facebook. It brought me to tears.
. . . we have no right to claim that we know why a disaster like the earthquake in Haiti happened at just that place and at just that moment.
The arrogance of human presumption is a real and present danger. We can trace the effects of a drunk driver to a car accident, but we cannot trace the effects of voodoo to an earthquake -- at least not so directly. Will God judge Haiti for its spiritual darkness? Of course. Is the judgment of God something we can claim to understand in this sense -- in the present? No, we are not given that knowledge. Jesus himself warned his disciples against this kind of presumption.
Why did no earthquake shake Nazi Germany? Why did no tsunami swallow up the killing fields of Cambodia? Why did Hurricane Katrina destroy far more evangelical churches than casinos? Why do so many murderous dictators live to old age while many missionaries die young?
I'm reading the Little House in the Big Woods to Sami, and I am sure now that our kids are totally overly-entertained. Laura and her sisters had to be quiet and not run or play all day on Sundays . . . mittens for Christmas . . . one rag doll named Charlotte . . . I need to stop feeling guilty every time my kids are bored.
Last week was our first weekend without kids in at least two and a half years. The girls stayed with my in-laws for two nights. And it was glorious. Jim and I actually got to speak in complete sentences, we watched movies and ate out. A lot.
We finally got to eat at the cafe at Breitenbach, my new Best Local Place for Lunch!! (worthy of double exclamation points).
I am drawing a total blank for number seven . . . Seven is the time I fell asleep last night . .. seven is the time the girls wake up . . . seven is the number of times per minute that they say MOMMY! all day long . . . I am seven months preg-o and have seven weeks until my due date . . . after I hit publish I bet I can be asleep in seven seconds. Good-night!
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