I was not prepared for what I was seeing. Sitting silently on elevated tiers of benches, about 50 young women sat under glaring lights. Like items to be auctioned, they were all marked with white badges emblazoned with black numbers. Each was dressed seductively. Some shifted nervously.

Despite the Mayan calendar's alleged forecast and other dire 2012 predictions, last year wasn't the natural disaster grand finale that films and tabloids heralded it would be. God is still in control.

In a second she was gone, torn from her father's arms. He desperately cried out for her: "JOLINA...! WHERE ARE YOU...?" Confused and surrounded by darkness, all José knew for sure was that a wall of water had just swept away his little home, he was fighting for his life amid swirling debris, and his four-year-old daughter had just been ripped from his arms by something rushing violently past in the current.

I sat talking with pastor Preval Meritil, longtime friend of Heaven's Family and my host once again for this, my fourth visit to Haiti. Together, we had done a lot of work since the earthquake one year earlier, and this time I was leading another work team, checking on projects that we'd started at our adopted Resettlement Camp, and visiting the orphanages Heaven's Family had been supporting even before the earthquake. Preval told me about another needy orphanage named El Bethel, meaning "House of God." Since El Bethel was on our way to the Resettlement Camp, we decided to visit.