Let this be their Good Friday

A good friend of mine went on a mission trip to Haiti a few years ago and is gradually hearing news from the people and places that she visited. Some of it is good—most of the seminarians they met are alive, even though their seminary was destroyed. Some of it is bad—a group of nuns who ran a school were killed when the building collapsed on them. As we talked more about it, she summed it all up by saying: “I hope that the next generation there tells the stories of the earthquake that was like their Good Friday, which was followed by a lengthy Holy Saturday and the new life of Easter.” I pray that too.