Just 48 hours ago, Oklahoma residents never would have guessed that their homes would be blown away by a devastating tornado. Just 48 hours ago, they were sitting at work, attending school, working their jobs, changing diapers...doing what we do...LIFE.
And then the wind blew. Not just a little. It was scary. It was dangerous. It was uncertain. It was horrifying for school children, grandparents, grown men and stay at home moms. It took the last breaths of 24 (at latest count) and injured over 200.
So today Americans do what they know how to do. They put aside differences and out of the core of our humanity, we help. We send manpower, food, water, gloves, toilet paper. We give money and resources and time and talents and we try to make it better. And we do...sort of.
But in these moments of deep and dark despair, when we can't really make things better...we can't restore homes, we can't bring children back to life....we can't rebuild lives. What can we do that will last longer and speak deeper to a people who are desperate to make sense of it all?
I don't know.
What I do know is that there's only one thing that's ever brought true, lasting comfort to me and that's Jesus. His presence, His Spirit, consoling my spirit. His presence can sweep over a room and calm a troubled mind. It can convict a criminal on the cross and yes, it can rush over a city in Oklahoma and speak peace in every ear. Maybe what Oklahoma needs...what we all need... is that mighty rushing wind...that is so different than the tornado winds of May 20, 2013. The rushing wind that builds up, unites, gives peace and comfort and hope and promise of new life.
That's what I pray for Oklahoma...that the mighty rushing wind would come over your state tonight, that comfort and peace would sustain you as you search through rubble and treasures and trash and devastation. May His presence reign over you.