In the National Post there is an article by Peter Goodspeed who is in Port-au-Prince, Haiti. This is the beginning of it:
“This is probably the poorest and most miserable place on Earth right now, but every night, just as the sun sets, crowds of frightened people gather in streets and parks to spend the night singing and praying.
They praise God for their misery; thank Him for sparing their lives and cheer each other up with rousing choruses of popular Haitian hymns.
At night, you can hear the hymns roll up Port-au-Prince’s earthquake-shattered hills as if they were being delivered directly to heaven by angels. Songs of praise and shouted prayers of joy raise like smoke from the shattered city.”
The current numbers are showing that there is up to 200,000 dead.