I heard an estimate that about 90% of the people of metropolitan Port-au-Prince were praying today.
We can believe it. We drove over to Bolosse today, which means we went across town. What we didn't see: there virtually no merchants selling things on the streets. We could hardly recognized Bolosse's market area since it was empty. What we did see: people gathered, praying. What we heard: singing, mostly joyful singing. And people talking about fasting. For the past few days people have been talking about how long the fast would be and it was suggested that we only eat bread and sugar water after 6pm; nothing from 6am to 6pm.
At our memorial service at Quisqueya Chapel, we sang, heard about those who died, cried, listened to God's word, prayed and talked. It was good. I was actually glad to see Venita cry, because she needs to. God led me to ask my friend Coby to hold baby Sara and I went up with Venita while she told the congregation about her family members who died. It was very hard. But good. She really misses her 3-year old son. Some people put pictures of their loved ones up on a board in front. Venita doesn't have any pictures because she lost everything in her house. Hopefully at some point we'll be able to help her get pictures from relatives or friends.
I also found out about the deaths of a little boy and a young man that I used to see every week in church. It was sad. But they are with Jesus now. I also got to hear the story of a young man who is part of our youth group. He was trapped in the university building where he worked for two days with the bodies of students who had died. His brother in law died and some other members of his family too.
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