haiti crumbled

The drive from our hotel to the orphanage was about half an hour. It was a half hour of observation, exhaustion, despair, and eventually, Scripture reading. "Pressed but not crushed -- persecuted, not abandoned" repeated in my head over and over. But I didn't believe it. I still can barely wrap my mind around it. It was pressed, crushed, persecuted, abandoned... it was ruined and dirty and hopeless.

I was looking at the context of that verse just now, and it's flavor is different from what I was taunted by, "But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus' sake, so that his life may be revealed in our mortal body. So then, death is at work in us, but life is at work in you."

It's not what everything appears to be, but how we see it -- how we react and in whom we put our trust. The situation is futile without Christ, but it IS futile so that (meaning it has a purpose) Christ's power can be revealed. When Haiti crumbled, God humbled millions and exalted Himself. I am one of those millions.