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How to fix the brokenness

December 13, 2013 By Sandra Heska King

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We’re sitting on the guesthouse steps under a half moon and a thousand stars that glint like glass shattered across ebony.

Light and singing and laughter pour from the open door. A few team members wander up and down the drive in an attempt to snag a sliver of WiFi. Another’s having some quiet time down by the gazebo. We can hear the surf pound the rocks.

How different this is from a Saturday night in Port Au Prince where masses of humanity swarm narrow garbage-lined streets lit only by flickers from lanterns. Where vehicles stroke sides and Jesus buses hug crumbled curbs and horns pierce the dark.

“What has touched you the most so far?” I ask.

She’s barely twelve years old, and she doesn’t hesitate. “The joy all the kids have,” she says. “They have nothing, but they’re so happy.”

And I think yes,they have nothing, and yet they have everything.

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The stories break my heart. A three-year-old (my Lillee’s age) girl shut out of her house and left to starve. A young boy with a (literally) broken heart whose mama died birthing him and whose papa was murdered. Kids orphaned by natural disaster. Another, covered with cigarette burns and cuts, rescued from a trash pile in the worst area of Port Au Prince (yet now destined for adoption.)

These are broken kids starved to know they matter.

And we are broken people who ache to do something that matters.

We weep over bowls of bean-dotted rice and dirty mattresses and for young ones whose treats are stolen. And we want to fix it all.

But we can’t.

And sometimes I think it’s we who need to be fixed.

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“Why do you think they’re so happy?” I ask.

“Well, they don’t have electronics,” she says. “They don’t have a lot of stuff to distract them from God. At home we’re always on our electronics, and we’re too busy for God.”

And I think yes, we’re so easily distracted and dis-tracked.

A sweet little guy drags a makeshift pull toy through the dirt and up the steps of his house. Ivelor and I break chunks of chalk to draw flowers and trees and write names on concrete. Kids photo bomb a camera session with a couple chickens. Laughter and singing pours from one of the houses, and the brightness of the sun dazzles my eyes.

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During worship I’m drawn to one voice, one face out of 200, and his joy in the song overwhelms me. My eyes brim, and I can no longer sing.

Your love is deeper than my view of grace
higher than this worldly place
Longer than this road I travel
Wider than the gap you fill.

Later he (he’s about 15) gives his testimony, and five boys (one with a team member’s camera dangling from his neck) accept Jesus, and DouDou tells them that this one moment is the most important of their lives.

The team talks about how trying to fix the brokenness is like trying to scoop out the ocean with a teaspoon.

It’s not really up to us, of course, to fix anything.

Our job is to present ourselves to this present moment to be present in this present moment.

To be lights and to see the light.

To love and to be loved.

Even if it seems like we’re scooping out the ocean with only a teaspoon, each teaspoon is one teaspoon more. And each of us can do something with one teaspoon more. It could be simply that we drink it, become one with it. And in doing that, we enter each other’s stories to become part of a larger story.

And change happens in all of us.

One teaspoon at a time.

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  1. HisFireFly says

    December 13, 2013 at 8:41 am

    my teaspoon is ready
    in this moment…

  2. Sharon O says

    December 13, 2013 at 9:31 am

    Just beautiful. simple and profound. amazing. we can learn so much from them.

  3. dea says

    December 13, 2013 at 9:49 am

    “Now may the God of peace who brought again from the dead our Lord Jesus, the great shepherd of the sheep, by the blood of the eternal covenant, equip you with everything good that you may do his will, working in us that which is pleasing in his sight, through Jesus Christ, to whom be glory forever and ever. Amen.” Heb. 13:20-21 Praying for you Sandy and those you are serving…the undis-tracked.

  4. angie webb says

    December 13, 2013 at 10:22 am

    Sandra, lovely words as usual. I can see your heart in the words and pictures. God Bless you for your willing heart.

  5. Diana Trautwein says

    December 13, 2013 at 12:59 pm

    So beautiful, Sandy. And hopeful, too. Thank you. (Have you ever considered taking Gracee on one of these trips?)

  6. Patricia @ Pollywog Creek says

    December 13, 2013 at 7:25 pm

    I am so small – me and my health insurance and pain meds and a full pantry and clean bed and…..so. much. more. Remind me again why I should ever complain. Ever.

    Thank you, Sandra, for giving and receiving Love. For seeing and taking and being Light. In Haiti…and right here on Pollywog Creek.

    I love you big.

  7. Megan Willome says

    December 13, 2013 at 7:50 pm

    So beautiful, Sandy. I’m glad you went back.

  8. Linda says

    December 13, 2013 at 8:59 pm

    I’ve been waiting for this. Every teaspoon makes a difference sweet Sandy. Thankful for what you are doing and praying He will use your one little part to do glorious things.

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