Hope Changes Everything By Angela Harwood
What do you do when you hold a starving child in your arms? What do you say to a homeless mother? What do you give to someone who has nothing, knowing food and money are both temporary? Those are some of the questions I have been asking myself since I have arrived home from Haiti.
Pictures cannot express what the human eye can see or what the human heart can feel. I do not have the verbiage to transmit adequately the burden I have for a nation I was only a part of for seven days. Memories have taken residence in my mind. I have memories of eyes looking at me through deep, dark caverns of hopelessness. Memories of children who have every right to be angry at the world but choose to accept love and to give love in return. Memories my mind cannot conceptualize concerning the poverty that has devoured an entire nation.
I cannot take Haitians away from their country and fill their lives with the unnecessary material items that consume the average life of a North American. Plus, materialism has never made anyone happy. People don’t need things; they need hope. Hope of eternal life in a place where there will be no more death, sorrow, crying, or pain.
While praying on a rooftop in Haiti, the desire to see people get baptized and receive the gift of the Holy Ghost consumed me. Every person in this world needs God; one lost soul is too many. It was so easy for me to see the need of salvation when I was in Haiti because they were not hiding behind positions, fake smiles or a facade of wealth. I saw them as a soul who needed Jesus. If I’m honest, I can get blindsided in North America by the superfluous wealth that has entangled our mindset into believing affluent and opulent lives lead to happiness and success. Every person who does not have God needs God regardless of their ethnicity, demographic, social status, or wealth.
I am praying that God would give me an eye transplant so I can see the world differently. I desire to look closer, past the inorganic smile of someone who is desperately needing the hope of a Savior to mend their broken heart. I want to see souls everywhere I go, not a lawyer or a homeless person, or a barista, or a senator. I want to see a soul who is famished, waiting to be filled with the bread of life.
To the person who is struggling with depression and thoughts of suicide, there is hope. To the person who is fighting against temptation and a sinful past, there is hope. To the person who feels unwanted and insecure, there is hope. More than ever, I know what God has called me to do. I was created to minister, to help mend broken hearts and to bring restoration. I have held children in my arms, wiped away their tears and prayed for them. I will use my experiences as a catalyst to foster change in myself and the world. I will give hope of eternal life. Hope changes everything.
Copyright 2015 Angela Harwood and Crystal Schmalz Ministries