The words of President Trump regarding Haitians and Africans wounded me. His intemperate words wounded millions of people around the world.
I woke up a couple days ago with a vivid picture of Revelation 7:9-10 and I felt better.
After this, I looked, and there was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, from all tribes and peoples and languages, standing before the throne and before the Lamb, robed in white, with palm branches in their hands. They cried out in a loud voice, saying,
“Salvation belongs to our God who is seated on the throne, and to the Lamb!”
Haitians and Africans will be standing before the throne and before the Lamb. The praises of God will flow effortlessly from their lips.
The president is wrong. His eyes are blind. What he sees are people who do not measure up to his standard.
God does not see people and relate to people by Mr. Trump’s standards. God loves Haitians, Africans, Jamaicans, Asians, Caucasians and every tribe, nation, and language on earth.
So I forgive the president, just as Jesus has forgiven me a million times for my own spiritual blindness.
Wally and Eleanor Turnbull, are veteran missionaries serving in Haiti. They collected and translated the simple but powerful prayers of the Christians who live in the Haitian mountains. Here are four prayers focusing on the power of God’s Word in our lives.
Our Great Physician,
Your word is like alcohol.
When poured on an infected wound, it burns and stings,
but only then can it kill germs.
If it doesn’t burn, it doesn’t do any good.
We are all hungry baby birds this morning.
Our heart-mouths are gaping wide, waiting for you to fill us.
A cold wind seems to have chilled us.
Wrap us in the blanket of your Word and warm us up.
We find your Word like cabbage.
As we pull down the leaves, we get closer to the heart.
And as we get closer to the heart, it is sweeter.
Haitians and Africans have much to teach us about God.