I opened my email this morning and scanned quickly over the emails that I was receiving. They were all automated emails–reminders of library due dates and memory verses to review, etc.–the sorts of things that quickly find their way to the recycle bin on my computer.
One message, however, caught my eye, and rather than press delete, I started reading. It began,
On this day two years ago, the world awoke to the mind-numbing reality of the greatest earthquake of our generation.
I didn’t get a chance to read much past that sentence, but what I had read was enough to greatly startle me. Had it really been two years since the earthquake in Haiti? Of course, I knew about the earthquake, but largely, it had been off my mind for a very long time. Families torn apart. Homes and possessions destroyed. Two years ago today, Haitians were experiencing unimaginable suffering. For two years they have lived with the haunting nightmare of it all. But, I had forgotten.
It wasn’t an intentional forgetting. Simply, I am so far removed from the reality of it all, that it slips my mind.
Thousands of people will never be able to forget. Neither should we.
Will we remember?
Will we remember Haiti?
Will we remember the suffering around the world?
Will we remember the persecuted?
The answer is simple–WE MUST.
“Pure and undefiled religion in the sight of our god and Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their distress….” (James 1:27)
“Remember the prisoners, as though in prison with them, and those who are ill-treated, since you yourselves also are in the body.” (Hebrews 13:3)
We must remember.