When we crossed this morning there was a yellow school bus ahead of us. The closer we got the more clear we could make out that the windows were all busted out and there were strips of rebar over them. Inside the bus was hundred of Haitians being bussed back into their home country from different locations, some hours away. Something like a Dominican immigration.
The interior of the bus had been gutted out and the people inside were just shoved in together like sardines. It took me back to all the reading that I have done on the Holocaust. Replace the bus with a cattle cart and it looked like a scene from a book – transferring the caged humans. I was in literal disgust passing the back of the bus and I just happened to look into the back corner where a young girl – maybe 5 years old – stood pressed against the rebar. She wore a little flowery sundress and her tiny little hand was wrapped around the strips of iron. Our eyes locked and my disgust melted into heartbreak. She had no clue or control about what was going on, but she looked helpless and hopeless.
I’ve been thinking about her all day and tonight I am praying that her heart is wrapped in God’s peace and contentment. That somewhere along the way she was given food today and that someone, somewhere showed her compassion.