So much more information is coming out now from those who
suffered and suffer so much. It is hard to fathom the sadness and emptiness
especially with the loss of life and home.
The heartfelt story of little children calling for their
Mommy when being swept away in the powerful storm waves of tragedy. Oh, God, is all you can say. No, God don’t
let this happen, is what you hope.
In this aftermath of hurricane Sandy it is
these stories that are so hard for so many in my region of life.
What makes it harder for me is that I am OK, and they are
not. Yes, I can donate and I can volunteer, but I cannot change what has
happened. I cannot alter the outcome or the pain or the ache or the loss that
will linger for the foreseeable future and perhaps forever.
It always takes several days for the hard stories to emerge
and it is then that those of us who experienced so little in the storm will
realize that we are the lucky ones and we wonder why.
All who live in the tiny proximity of any environmental
tragedy and survive, where others do not, must ask themselves why and must know
there can be no answer that is earthly satisfying no matter what the belief
system.
On this Friday let us, each in our own way, pray for those
who cannot even think of prayer until their tears and wrenching pain have
subsided. Let us comfort what is left of the bottoms of their hearts and perhaps,
if we can, acknowledge with prayer that there is more to the eternal life than the ubiquitous
tragedy of this storm.
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