Monday, January 18, 2010
The Dark Hills
A little boy ran in from the darkness. Out of breath, he collapsed into the arms of a priest and cried, "My mother is going to kill my baby brothers."
The priest rose from his seat and ran with the little boy back to the shanty where he lived with his mother and younger siblings.
The mother stood outside sobbing.
The priest reached out for her, asked her why she wanted to kill her children.
"My babies are starving to death," she said. "I have no food for them, and I don't want them to suffer."
I heard this story several years ago from a priest who served as a missionary in Haiti.
On Saturday, I spent several hours watching national news organizations report on the current situation in the third-largest nation in the Caribbean.
"Rescue crews are having difficulty getting life-sustaining supplies the citizens of Haiti," one reporter said.
"People are dying. The situation is dire," another said.
But I say: "The situation there has always been dire. Where were your cameras before last Tuesday? And where will your cameras be when the ratings start to slide?"