This morning in Chapel we sang, "You give and take away, You give and take away; my heart will choose to say, Lord, blessed be Your Name."
I thought of the morning after the earthquake, when someone who had been rescued the night before was found dead on the soccer field. She must have had terrible internal injuries and probably nothing could have been done for her; it seemed so unfair after she had been pulled out from the rubble, to die anyway.
Her aunt, a school employee, wailed those words in Kreyol, "The Lord gave; the Lord took; blessed be the Name of the Lord."
On our way to class after Chapel, an eighth grader asked if we were going to pray before we started. Today would have been his grandmother's birthday, he said. She died in the earthquake.
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