God's Plumbline Ministries: Whole Lotta Love

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Thursday, February 25, 2010

Whole Lotta Love

Led Zeppelin is not a band I would consider putting on my "favorites list".
For the life of me I can't begin to come up with a good reason why "Whole Lotta Love" was stuck in my head while I was in Haiti.
I can make the leap to connect a war zone atmosphere, an inability to process what happened to Haiti in forty-five seconds and the possibility of what could be a really bad acid trip, but why was this song stuck in my head?
Over and over again for hours on end.
If you take the title of the song, it is a true statement, there really is a "Whole Lotta Love" going on in what feels, looks and acts like a war zone.
The country is full of airplanes that don't look like they could get off the ground, not to mention they shake the earth as they come in, U.S. troops drive the streets in Hummers, there are tons more U.N. troops and Heuy's moving in and out of the airport all the time.
On my first trip in I remember thinking to myself, "what the heck are all these dogs doing at the airport"?
It wasn't until I was getting ready to leave that I made the connection, these dogs are trained to look for bodies.
Haiti was never going to be the same.
I was wrestling with this idea.
Was it going to be better?
Dear God, How could it be worse?
So many things just seemed normal.
That in itself was disturbing.
As we drove the streets Sunday afternoon, I could hear some of the first timers talking.
Was there always this much garbage?
I wondered, how is it that this country had such tenacity?
Did they feel like the whole world was trying to help?
I hoped so.
Maybe they didn't even have time to think about it?