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There is something very powerful about sitting down at someone's feet. Washing their wounds. Bandaging them up. I could feel it with every man, woman and child. It reminded me of the story of Jesus, washing his disciples' feet. If Jesus could do this, then I could. He was human...like me.

The Haitians offered us chairs but it didn't seem right. What seemed natural was kneeling in the dust, surrounded by many eyes. They in the chair. Their dusty feet, naked and calloused.

I loved praying for them. It made me wonder why my prayers for my friends, neighbors and strangers have been so few.