Saturday, May 29th, 2010
As we flew into Port au Prince . . .
I looked down into neighborhoods that had been very poor for a long time. Now I could look down literally into many houses that were destroyed in the quake. There was no way to tell how many others are too damaged for anyone to live in. Presumably, houses covered with tarp are inhabited.
Enoch and Licia Betor met us at the airport and drove us out to Real Hope for Haiti in the town of Cazale, about 1 hour north of Port au Prince.
Along the way, we were having a lively conversation about various things, mostly surrounding our questions and curiosity about Haiti’s people and life. At one point Enoch became very quiet. He pointed to a flattened mound of dirt on the hillside next to the road.
“That is one of the mass graves. Thousands of people are buried there. In such a hot place as Haiti, there was not time to wait for family members to identify the dead. They had to be buried quickly.
“After the earthquake, we drove from Cazale down into the city many times to bring people back to the RHFH Clinic for care. I will never forget what I saw here one day when I was going past. Bodies piled high. Machines pushing them into a massive hole. I can’t even talk about what I saw and how it smelled. I can’t ever get that out of my mind.”
In these additional pictures on the road to Cazale, people look like what you might expect to see in many parts of the world. And yet, Haiti is a nation of people–adults and children–whose memories are haunted by tragic, gut-wrenching images. They grieve for loved ones, yet may never know where they are buried. In a mass grave? Under the ruins of a building?
Only the great Comforter is large enough, loving enough to heal so great a pain.
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