Thursday, October 17, 2024

THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS AND ACTION

High Country Flood, Western NC
High Country Freeze, Western, NC

I’ve noticed that more folks are recently challenging remarks by others during troubled times when they remark “Our thoughts and prayers are with you.”  They cry for that plus action!  That phrase has almost become cliché in our culture and folks are noticing.  The recent rampage of Hurricane Helene and the resultant response demonstrated that prayers and action go well together! 

A tremendous number of folks have been left homeless with nothing of material value including basic necessities after Helene hit the Western North Carolina mountain country.  I checked the weather there this morning and now found a freeze warning for the higher elevations and the season’s early snowfall there.  That’s made the situation more dire.   

Our world is presently in turmoil given the devastation of Biblical hurricanes, lengthy wars in Ukraine and Israel, a contentious presidential election with two attempted assassinations, a recent worldwide pandemic, import dock strikes, atomic weapons in too many countries, famines, etc.  After the fall, all creation groans to be redeemed and renewed, along with the rest of humanity.  We need God and prayer with action now more than ever.

A few days ago, I came across a social media post by a member of the United Cajun Navy, crediting Adam Dufour, about his experience upon returning from the area to volunteer in assisting the folks up in the mountain country.  I extracted this short summary:

Massive amounts of water flowing down the steep slopes caused mud slides, that snowballed into avalanches of liquid earth, filled with huge trees, rocks and other debris, cascading down the mountains at 40+ MPH and anything man made in their path was annihilated. People were helping complete strangers, or their friends and neighbors. This is the heart and spirit of my America, and it's still beating strong.   I have witnessed countless people who have suffered terrible loss, who have placed their faith in Jesus Christ, and are still thankful, and praising His name.” 

I was selling pumpkins at our church front yard when a very young, modest couple and their cute little two-year-old daughter in a seasonal orange dress arrived.  They spent time taking photographs and strolling around the patch and then wheeled a red Flyer wagon up with two $15 pumpkins.  The young man noted that he had just returned from the mountains with a group that was clearing roadways for people.  He then handed me two $20 bills and asked me to put the change in a Hurricane Donation jar on the table.  He had just been a witness to the need.

Our congregation will be providing two portable gas generators and delivering 200 requested sleeping bags to a UMC church in Banner Elk so far.

Karl Barth was right when he observed: “To clasp the hands in prayer is the beginning of an uprising against the disorder of the world.”  This troubled world, including the Holy Land and our western North Carolina mountains, is definitely worthy of our prayers and our actions!  The floods that have ravaged our state remind us of our strength.

“We may bend but we never break.”  When the night is dark, be the star that ushers us home.

Saturday, October 12, 2024

GEESE UNDER HARVEST MOON

GEESE UNDER HARVEST MOON

Looking back over many moons of my life, it occurred to me that of the millions of images I’ve observed, the ones that still emerge are the ones that accompany impressionable feelings. Those feelings have been both good and bad.  I still remember entering a Thermodynamics class on campus as another student walked by and announced that President Kennedy had been assassinated.  And I remember an evening at the outset of duck and goose hunting season when the night wind switched to the north and I heard the gathering call of wild geese overhead.  

A young midwestern boy stepped outside in the sudden cold weather and gazed skyward.  And as the gathering dark clouds parted to reveal a bright harvest moon, the recognizable V formation of migrating geese passed under it, plaintively calling to one another as the bright city lights illuminated these adventurous voyagers.  I was accompanying my father and uncle on my first hunting trip in the morning and sleep was difficult that night, as the moonlight intermittently shone through my bedroom window and the calling geese never ceased.