Everyone is blogging about Haiti. It’s on all of our radars. Many people have given financially. Many more are currently planning to go down and help. Some amazing friends of mine are already flying in and out everyday to take medical supplies.

Haiti is everywhere.

I’ve been hesitant to write about Haiti for fear that it would just be nice words on a page about how i hurt for the hurting. It’s so much more than that. How can i convey that to you? This is more than an emotional response to a tragedy. It’s a punch-in-the-gut reality check that there are hundreds of thousands of people who literally don’t own a single thing. No clothes, no home, no food, n-o-t-h-i-n-g. That disturbs me.

Two days ago i sat in the Atlanta airport and watched CNN’s coverage of the earthquake. Haiti is devasted. I am devasted. I caught myself making audible responses to what i was seeing. “Oh man!” “Oh no!” “WOW!” I got on the airplane convinced that my plane was going the wrong direction. I needed to be doing something. Flying back to Beijing didn’t feel right in the wake of such a great tragedy. I want so badly to be there with the people who are hurting, dying, hungry, and homeless.

My feelings include: frustration, helplessness, passion, and a deep longing to see reconciliation come to a hurting nation.   

Hmm… after reading back over what i just wrote i realize this doesn’t do justice to what’s going on inside my head. I guess it’s an effort in the right direction.