I have been to Haiti twice now, each time more impact-full than the last. On my first trip in February I asked each team member to record their favorite memory, or a story they had heard. This is one of my favorites, I will post more soon but this is unbelievable! Enjoy…
The Story of Lazarus
A New Life, A New Name
by Danielle Romer, Miami
During my time volunteering at the Pignon refugee camp in Haiti, I had the opportunity to listen to many stories from the individuals victims of the Port-au-Prince January 12, 2010 Earthquake. The stories were at times touching, sometimes very difficult for me to hold my tears. But the story I am about to tell you is of a little eleven year old boy and this was the most moving and heartwarming of all. His mother was the one who told me the story. She was laughing while tears were flowing down her cheeks. The day of the Earthquake, we will call him “Samson”. Samson was in the kitchen of their house while his mother was on the patio talking with a neighbor. After the terrible event he was found all bloody and with no sign of life. The mother will not accept that her son could be dead; she took him to two different doctors in the devastated neighborhood.
A fatality, both of the doctors confirmed that there was nothing that could be done for Samson. Finally, the people at the make-ship hospital were ordered to put the body with the other cadavers in the area. The mother in her grieving state came back every day to recollect the body. But she was told that they were going to burry him in the mass burial. After three days, the mother renewed her request with supplications and got to persuade the people to give her the body so she could give her son a proper burial. Some men went to take the body from the pile of cadavers, while moving Samson’s body they saw him move his head while making a shocking noise while some blood came out of his mouth.
Yes, Miracles of Miracles, Samson was alive, I do not have to write down about the mother’s reaction nor of the amazement of the other people who witnesses the event. While I was listening to the mother a joyous looking, bright eyes little boy came to give her a hug and a kiss. She hugged and kissed back, then she said proudly, while with the back of hers hands she was wiping away the tears: “My big little miracle”. Samson with a big smile told me: “Now they call me Lazarus.”
“…Jesus called in a loud voice, ‘Lazarus, come out!” The dead man came out, his hands and feet wrapped with strips of linen, and a cloth around his face. Jesus said to them, “Take off the grave clothes and let him go.” – John 11:43-44
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