Houston, Come In Houston
Hay Hay what are you doing to your little brother?
Do Not Feel Guilty That Through Compassion and Empathy You Cry
A letter to all the disciples of love. I know that by exposure we experience the suffering of catastrophe more than a comparison to far worse horrors in our world. We should ask “why lord is this more important than an earthquake in Tibet?” And I tell you my friends in a way it is more important. Not the devastation, not the loss of property and life and not the sorrow.
However it stands just like the thousands of candles on the mountain side. Not the magnitude of disaster but our ability to shine on the world our compassion and bravery in the face of hell. Mr. and Mrs. America and child America and all those in between we look to you for courage and good faith.
An amazing truth that now one eye is truly dry. During this time crime across our nation is down. In Houston we have lost less lives to the storm than we do in a month of nights of violence and plain natural old age and cancer. God has not shown me the enlightenment in such a fact. But I pray that one life not lost to violence may be a reason of something far larger than my brain can understand. Something strange is that it is reported, although maybe wrong, that no human has lost a life do to normal natural causes in 3 days in Houston. You figure that out. Perhaps not totally wrong but enough right to think about.
We have a preaching moment. We have a teaching moment. We assume some shall actually lose their lives. We retreat to our closets and pray in our own way, not trying to appear pious during a time when others suffer so. We are allowed to even feel sorry for ourselves as our fellow’s hardship brings us pain of our own. Do not think poorly of yourself for such pain please. Endure it, cry it and know that you deserve to feel sorry for yourself for your own humanity.
Is love something that must be retrieved and revered only in times of problems? Let us just to look to that crazy idea of love a bit; Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Written for Katrina Hurt
That Is A 2,000 Foot Waterfall Causing a Flash Flood That Nearly Got Us and Made Us Stranded
Just Feeling and Thinking Without Solving. Like Listening to A Spouse - Do Not Try To Fix It, Just Care.
In my home we pray daily for the fact that we have gratitude. They are prayers of thanksgiving. No less are we to pray that we find sorrow amidst the suffering of friends and enemies alike. So pompous am I today to even imagine that a sermon now would give our world solace and direction. Yet that is what us preacher men do. A duty? An obligation? A love? Yes to these and to all who feel it. My wife has offered money to those there in hell’s current gate. This will be directed. My wife has offered to transport and house children from there. We have prayed unceasingly. And yet our faith without works is but an empty gong. Our uncle and therefor his children and grandchildren report safety and yet disruption. The small ones may come to us for a few months of school so adults can tend to rebuilding schools and homes. Who knows, maybe a year. Could that even be a burden?
Now I do have greater hope for you. All of you can do better than me. All of you can love more deeply and give more completely than I. Had I not fallen from the heights you maintain I would not be able to warn you against falling.
Are you and I to rally like a fight song charge? We think not because this is short of time and of excited endurance. No we must stand fast and longsuffering. We must be steadfast and patient in our love. A strange thing hit me today and I wrote on my calendar for December fourth, “donate more for Houston.” (December 4th is my “chosen” day = the day I was adopted) When the party is all over who remembers that the love fest was inspirational yet not sustainable.
I urge you friends to mark on your calendar a date 4 or more months away to donate. Love must not be fleeting and then forgotten. Our inspired intention now may sustain others.
Now what are we to make of such disasters? Are we to sit tight glued to our TVs and figure out the science? Are we to shout out and proclaim no God because no God would allow this to happen? Are we to decide that God stinks because of such? Or perhaps we are to sit back and blame it on man. Do we wonder and contemplate such matters? If I had any such answers to any such questions I would surely relate them to you. Silly old me, I have no answers. But I do have some thoughts on the matter. It would be my hope to bring you some good thoughts to share with yourself if not with others.
A Ballad Written for Another Catastrophe for Sure Man Caused
Not Making Sense
And so we look at ourselves to see a reflection of a storm. I wonder why we cannot take in and give out just the right amount of love. Why do we sometimes cry and sometimes laugh rather than just being even keeled for our whole life. How come we get all crazy with a new love and think of nothing else and yet become complacent at ten years of marriage? Why, and I mean really why, does a parent feel happy at dealing with a crying, pooping, spitting and fussy baby and angry at a teenager that does far less?
Why do we rue the day on some matters and take others that are even worse like water just shed off a ducks back? Because I am a preacher man I can answer with a quote from Kipling to the effect; “If we can take triumph and disaster and treat those two imposters just the same”. On earth who can say that wailing and gnashing of teeth is bad. “well I can because I am a victim of a violent storm”. Is my brother John any less of a victim as he feels Bob’s pain? You may be selling but this boy is not buying.
Are we convinced that group pain is not real? Are we convinced that group love is not real?
So let this old boy preacherman let you in on the reality of “Why Lord, if you are good, would you let this happen?”
My elder son was a climber. Just go play in the yard son. And then a screeching yell followed by a painful mourn. Of course he climbed the tree and jumped four feet to the roof and then jumped off the roof. I should have stopped him? The man stuck in his car in flood waters. Perhaps to show the courage of the volunteer who saved him?
That may be simpleton thought to you. And in some ways it is to me. But it gives me that gnawing feeling that something along those lines is in the mix. Natural disasters remind me of my humanity. Yes we are all gods to a degree but that does not give us clarity into the allowance or motivation of God.
Please Make a Better Prayer Than Mine and Share it
Please join me and others in pray: Please help our neighbors in their time of need and let loss of property remind us that the priority must be love and not things. Let all be supplied with needs of survival and recovery through loving hearts void of ill intentions.