He chose a peculiar mode of transportation to make his entrance. He arrived with his entourage...out in front. He was welcomed with waving branches, singing, chanting, shouting, jumping and general excitement previously unseen. He stopped and shook hands. Shared smiles. And then he spoke, saying: "Meet me tonight on ahead. We'll be giving away motorcycles."
Last friday I witnessed a strange scene. Popular President of Haiti Michel Martelly came through our little town on his way to the place where his family has its roots. The people who welcomed him were of all varieties. Our town criminals were among those who came out to hug him. Church leaders ran to touch him. School teachers and students had personal encounters with him. Old and young, rich and poor, black and white. I really did see waving branches and hear welcoming chants. I couldn't help but draw a parallel to Palm Sunday. And as I watched people whose faces were lit up with glee, I thought about our Sunday morning services. Sometimes it seems like we're being emotional if people actually sing! How can we be so joyful about a political leader and at the same time be so cold about a Saviour who died in our place purchasing eternal life for us?
Missionary in Haiti.