Speaking of Taxi Drivers

Speaking of taxi drivers, (see previous post) our taxi driver from the cruise ship to the Miami airport was Haitian.

That’s right. Cruise ship. I just returned from a four day cruise. My last trip for awhile. My father turns 80 next week and wanted to get us all together. He paid for all our flights and the cruise. It was a very nice thing (even if it did involve family). I told him for his 90th, we’d pay.

But, back to the cab ride. We asked the cab driver if his family was affected by the earthquake. He told us, thankfully, none of his family were hurt. He has three sisters. Their home was undamaged. Three blocks in one direction there was devastation. Many people died. Three blocks in the other direction, there was devastation. Many people died. But near his family home there sits a Christian radio station. He believes that the presence of this Christian radio station protected his family from devastation. I listen and nod and offer a few words of amazement. But, as we drive from this cruise ship towards the airport, I wonder about such a god. I am unable to resist turning to Paul and whispering, “It’s really too bad; the protective waves of God having only a three block radius . . .”