if pictures said but a few words...




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Anonymous said…
'I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink'...Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when was it that we saw you hungry and gave you food, or thirsty and gave you something to drink?...'Truly I tell you, just as you did it to one of the least of these who are members of my family, you did it to me.' Matthew 25:35, 37, 40
5:09 PM
Anonymous said…
I'm so glad you got to do this, Stephen.

These pictures are beautiful. And so is your story.
8:10 PM
Anonymous said…
Wow! Beautiful pics!
V
2:34 PM
Anonymous said…
I just wanted to say I think you're an amazing person. Also you guys did a great job in St. Louis last night.
5:09 PM
Adrienne said…
Can you tell a little about the pic of the girl with the men at the table. By the way very nice composition.
10:41 PM
Adrienne said…
*This post is written in a very jovial tone, not condescending or ticked off*
I know I know I totally spoiled your little title and you will most likely not reply to my last message. But....I really like this picture because it makes me think 'hmmmm what are they doing, I can't see what they are doing at the table....why won't he explain the freaken pic'. So to spite me you can just continue not responding to posts Tee-hee. Orrrr maybe you can??? Just jocking...or am I???
10:35 PM
Anonymous said…
looking at these pictures brought me to tears.

i visited the beautiful country of Haiti a few years back and i can totally relate to your experience. i would move there if i could. the people there are among the most amazing ive ever met.

thank you for sharing your experience.
6:47 PM
oxygen.intake said…
I am so happy that you were able to visit Haiti. I too have been there and nothing can compare to what I experience there.

Joy. Sadness. Love. Dispair. Hope. Especially hope.

I have never seen such hope as in the eyes of the Hatian people. Attending mass in Creole was one of the things that hit me most. They have endured so much yet know that better times will come. Thank you for sharing your pictures and your experience. God Bless.
3:58 PM
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