When disaster strikes, God remains
So faith, hope, love remain, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
The two narratives
twist together
when the waters churn
and the fears rise,
when the winds blow
and doubts intensify,
when the flames destroy
and homes burn to ash.
Every surrender surfaces
acts of courage and love.
Community is formed
around the cross of loss.
When suffering blinds us from
“trust in God” it is OK to scream
or cry or wonder if we’re being
ignored by the God of love,
to acknowledge the ache
of possible abandonment.
And in the still of the storm,
the heroes and the victims,
who are helpers and hurting
(all of us wear both badges)
make known the power of God’s
presence and the might of love.
This is our story of salvation,
this is the story of Incarnational
transformation. Although we are
frozen in fear, we arise to schlep
out junk. We splurge no more so
we can contribute more cash.
We grip arms as one
steadily moving forward
toward Sunday’s true joy.
Yes, by “love one another”
God remains real
in the midst of disaster.
I love this, Julia!
Thanks Joan! 🙂
Schlepping All!