Christian Living

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HORRIBLE HURRICANES
by Christina Weigand
Friday, September 17, the rains began. For the second weekend in a row Pennsylvania was being deluged with remnants from hurricanes that had hit the southern part of the country, earlier in the week. Pittsburgh received the most rain in one day in their recorded history. Many people lost their homes, their businesses. Everything they had spent a lifetime earning floated away in the raging floodwaters. My family was touched by this disaster; one family in a minor way and another in a major way.

Friday evening I went down to a small storage room we have, to get some food for dinner. We had been remodeling the room so all that was in the room was the freezer. The carpet felt wet on my bare feet as I stood in the entrance to the room. Reaching around the door frame I switched on the light. Covering most of the floor was and inch or so of water. The ground surrounding our home was so saturated, that the only place the water had to go was through a small opening that hadn’t been properly sealed when the house was built. We had water pouring in through this hole at a steady rate. Quickly, we ascertained the problem and took steps to slow things until morning, when we could attempt to make repairs. We were lucky nothing was damaged except for carpeting that is easily replaced.

My sister and her husband were not so lucky. For the second weekend in a row, they had to evacuate their home. This was the fourth time this summer that they had, had flooding. But, this time the flooding would invade their home and destroy everything that was below the three foot mark, the height the water reached. Sofas and freezers were overturned, clothes were damaged beyond salvaging. They lost everything, many things easy to replace, but many things not so easy to replace, like mementos from the children growing up. These things can never be replaced. They are lost forever to the waters of time.

But, they are alive, and God will take care of them. Their love for God, their church, and their missionary work were not destroyed, just forced to relocate.

They did not have expensive furniture and fine clothing, but they do have something more important, a deep abiding faith and love for God.

Things are not important. They did not spare my sister’s life. They were easily washed away by and "Act of God." It was love of God and her fellow man that saved her.

Maybe I should take a page out of her book. I don’t need the newest car, the biggest house, or the nicest clothes to be happy. What I need is to deepen my relationship with God and then place my complete trust in him. God will always bail me out.

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