Oklahoma

The images coming out of tornado torn Oklahoma are powerful. They affect us all.

Along with the strune debris of homes, crumbled buildings, schools, and bodies, come the tears and fears of the living. Sometimes the emotions come in sobs, sometimes in wails of disbelief and sometimes in silence. The old cry for the loss of place and memories hoping for the strength to start again. The very young cry reliving the fear they just went through.

It is the children that get the most worry. Their security of a familiar bed or toy vanished with an ill wind that claimed so many lives. Parents do what they can to comfort the little ones, to reassure them, but the eyes always mirror a fearful heart.

Right now Oklahoma screams, you can feel it. The victims search for their lives in the puzzle of rubble and find yesterday's peace is tomorrow's uncertainty.

As we hear the stories of those in need, as we become numbed by the statistics of loss, we cannot feel secure because we have normalcy, because we have shelter or we have food, or because it didn't happen where we are at the moment. It could, for nature does not discriminate in her distribution of sporadic wrath.

Despite the difficulties, the victims in Oklahoma must know the collective healing spirit of prayer does not forget them.