I was treated to something extraordinary the other weekend. It was one of those experiences that stays with you, you can’t stop thinking about it, people catch you daydreaming and have to snap you back into the present (“John. John! Did you hear what I just said?”)
Here’s what happened. A group of teenagers from St. Bernard Church had just returned from a mission trip to Carrefour-Sanon, a tiny mountain village in Haiti, and on Sunday morning before services began they gave an hour-long presentation on their experiences there. Each shared a very personal story. As we sat there listening to the first teen giving her account it soon became obvious we were witnessing something special. It wasn’t so much the story that she told, about finally meeting “grandmom,” the 100 year old Haitian woman that her family had sponsored for years, but it was this young lady’s own reaction as she was telling it. Fighting back tears, the young lady shared how happy grandmom was for everything her family had done for her, and how grandmom told her that she was now her granddaughter, too. It was more that we were witnessing how human beings are supposed to be with each other. We were witnessing the love God intended us to have toward one another.