Haiti and the Call.

We’ve all seen the horror of the 7.0 earthquake that hit the most populous part of Haiti. Port-au-Prince is a city and metropolitan area of nearly 3 million people. Thus far it is believed that at least 100,000 people have died; more and more die of injuries everyday and who knows who is under the rubble of the city. The grief from the world is deep and countries all over the world are convening to Haiti to help in the rescue. There is no food or water or medical treatment except for those caring souls that dare to get in a plane with supplies donated from their respective government or charities. After all, thousands are dying through no fault of their own.

In these United States in 2009, there were over 1million deaths of unborn boys and girls. Through no fault of their own, these tiny lives were murdered. There is no grief from the public, there are no telethons. Only death.

I am so sorry for what has happened to Haiti, but the horrific holocaust here in America needs my attention, time, prayer and funds. As displaced Haitians cry out for help they think is due to them from all other countries around the world, I will stay here because the cry is loud and deep from the tiny ones that are ripped from their mother’s womb.

My Call is here for the children that die for the selfishness of their mother; my Call is to minister to the women that believed the lie and lost a child.

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