After seeing and experiencing the magnitude of the earthquake's affects here, we've found ourselves angrily asking God, "why?" over and over again. It's hard not to question a faith that claims that everything happens for a reason when that 'thing' is something so horrific. In my memory of the actual earthquake, the sound that accompanies those of buildings crashing and neighbors screaming is Ben crying and yelling over and over again, "God, have mercy on this country, have mercy on this country!" Tuesday night, it felt like there was no mercy.
But in the days that followed, we have heard unending stories that can only be described as miracles. A friend doing translation in a medical facility tells us that the 6.4 aftershock on Thursday shifted buildings so that hundreds of people trapped alive were able to get out (they are now receiving medical attention). That is a miracle. 10 days after the earthquake, people are still being rescued alive from the rubble. That is a miracle. And in country that is stratified by social and economic class, skin color and language: we are daily seeing the miracle of solidarity being lived out. It also occurs to us that it is a miracle that we are alive and that out of everyone Ben and I know and love in Haiti, all but one are alive. This then begs the question, why us and why the people we know when so many other lives have been lost... but nevertheless, here we are questioning and being awed all at once.