I was lying in bed last night looking at the ceiling. I was thinking that the ceiling was probably not going to fall on top of me, unlike what happened in Haiti. When these catastrophic events take place, you are forced to think about the brevity of life. You are also forced to consider what is really important in the light of eternity. It is hard to look at the pictures and hear the stories of the suffering. I am glad of the opportunity to be able to give, but I wish I could do something more. But there is one thing that I can do. I can pray for Haiti, and I can pray, "Come, Lord Jesus."