It is logical to assume that my trip to Haiti, 4 weeks after an earthquake which killed more than 200,000 people, would be marked by people mourning in the streets.
That’s what I expected.
This is what I saw. People praising Jesus in every church, in nearly every tent, and in the streets.
Today is Palm Sunday. A day we remember when Jesus entered the holy city of Jerusalem. The people proclaimed him as their king that day.
Maybe this is what it looked like?