First of all, I am ashamed of my previous post regarding the price of gas--although it does totally stink. After watching the news coverage today of all of the devastation in New Orleans and other places, I realize gas is a small price to pay to have my home in tact, my own bed to sleep in tonight and to know where all of my family is.
I watched as a man recounted the story of his wift letting go of his hand and telling him, "You can't hold me and the kids. Take care of the kids and the grandkids." Then she was gone. He was wandering the streets looking for her, crying. He told the reporter he had nowhere to go when she asked him where he would be if someone watching knew where his wife was. "I have nowhere to go; it was all I had." He was crying, the kids were crying, the reporter was crying--and I was crying.
My heart crys out for the people who are still stuck in their attics. The water is still rising and they could have very little time to live. They can't get out; all they do is call for help. Others hear them and can do nothing until the coast guard or some sort of support arrives.
How often are we reminded of how short life really is and we have no idea when it will end for us. Love Christ! Be bold! Help your neighbor and pray--really, stop right now and pray for those who need help so desperately. You may be the only one to pray for them today or ever.