Guest post by John Adams.
In Haiti, the land of my childhood, January 1 is not only New Year’s Day but also Independence Day. It was on this day in 1804 that Haiti officially became independent from France, throwing off two centuries of slavery to become the world’s first independent black republic. To celebrate, Haitians eat soup joumou, a soup made from a squashy kind of pumpkin, laden with cabbage, turnips, and large pieces of beef rubbed with lime. It is believed that the newly freed slaves, forced for so long to serve the good food to their masters, chose to make it a symbol of their independence one they were free. Never again would master tell slave what he could eat. The Haitian would eat his freedman’s soup under his own vine and fig tree and profit gladly from the abundance of peace.
Sadly, for most Haitians, the Haiti of 2011 is nearly the polar opposite of the 1804 ideal. Today, Haiti is a weary, devastated nation teetering on the edge of extinction. Nevertheless, we serve a God who raises the dead, “calling things that are not as though they were” (Rom. 4:17). Jesus stated bluntly that the Kingdom of God belongs to the poor, and promised that the meek would inherit the earth. There are many in Haiti now who are of His flock, who hear the shepherd’s voice. I keep praying that as the Gospel bears fruit in their lives, it will spill over into an abundance of common grace for all their fellow countrymen. That is my prayer for Haiti in 2012 — individual, communal, and societal restoration through the overflow of forgiven hearts that are moving into the “Yes and Amen” promises God makes to those who love Him.
Oh, may it be so! May Haiti’s soup bowl overflow in 2012. May it know abundance and prosperity once again. May so many centuries of injustice be washed away by the rivers of God’s justice rolling like a river, His righteousness like a mighty stream. May the light of God’s truth pierce through spiritual darkness. May the knowledge of His love bind up the wounds caused by so much hatred. May He cause the sun of righteousness, who has risen with healing in His wings, to rise. May the day come when Haiti’s beautiful people go forth leaping, like calves newly released from the stall (Mal. 4:2).
John Adams is our son. He has a blog of his own, Oxford Circus, which he updates intermittently.