One word: Haiti

I have been blissfully ignorant on that subject because I think there's a part of me that doesn't want to feel the pain of another distaster in a third world country. My life in Orange County is just too cushy for that.

Last night, I was brought to my knees.

I have cousins who are apparently friends with people on ministry teams serving in Haiti.

6 degrees of separation.

There is a man (whose name I don't know) who was serving in Haiti and as he and his friend were walking back into their hotel, the ground started to shake. They dove inside and were burried under 6 stories of hotel ruins. I don't know if the friend made it. The other man wore glasses, which got knocked off and crushed in his frantic gestures to get to safety. All he had with him was his camera, his iPhone and his journal. He couldn't see long distance without his glasses so he used his iPhone to take pictures of his surroundings to try and find a safe place to crawl into. He found an elevator shaft and waited for 65 hours. He had a broken leg and used his iPhone Apps to figure out how to make a tournequet to stop the bleeding.

65 hours.

I can only imagine the laundry list of thoughts running through someone's head as they wait for that long to be rescued. And of all things, he used that time to pray and to leave notes of encouragement to his family, just in case he didn't make it.

Amazing. Yet another way that God has provided for His children.

This is the link to the video on The Today Show: http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/26184891/vp/34933049#34933049