Shaming The Strong

One of my favorite memories of our week in Haiti was hearing the children from the Mission of Hope orphanage singing in the morning before breakfast. I never actually saw them, but we could hear them from where we had gathered to eat. Each morning, dozens of children would gather together before they had breakfast and sing one or two songs of worship. One morning I heard "Agnus Dei" rising gently and beautifully into the morning sky. Downtrodden, fatherless, feeble little ones lifting up the Almighty, Everlasting Father. In those moments, 60 small children were more spiritually powerful than all the voodoo priests in Haiti, piercing the darkness with their sincere praise.