Yesterday some professional sports team in the area lost some important game or something. And some big movie continued to dominate at the box office. And there was an awards show, too, I think.
But the information sources that had my closest attention were my Twitter and Facebook feeds, displayed on my phone. That's where I'd learned of Sam Dixon's death the day before. I have a hard time wrapping my mind around the tens of thousands of casualties in Haiti, but Sam was someone I knew -- not personally, but by name and reputation. The same goes for Clint Rabb; we have a number of friends in common, though we didn't know each other. Sure enough, my little phone screen brought me the sad news of his passing yesterday.
There was plenty of need in Haiti before the earthquake; that's why Sam, Clint, Jean Arnwine and so many others were already there when the ground began to shake. But the need is much more prominent in my mind now. It's already starting to fall lower on the page in some print news (widespread interest in the performance of a certain area sports team helped with that).
In the near future, the youth of the church where I'm a member will assemble health kits for UMCOR (much like the ones pictured here, at the church where Questing Parson serves). Later this month, I'm part of a special event that features an offering to support the relief work. But I'm thinking longer-term, too. The destruction won't go away in a few weeks or months, even if most news coverage does. UMCOR won't leave, which means we as United Methodists won't leave. I pray I won't get caught up in my own little life and forget about us being there.
It's been a long time since I've been on a mission trip. Maybe it shouldn't be much longer.