Incomprehensible...

We have finished the mucking. And you know, even though we have done it - it all doesn't make sense. Truly, as I was hammering the tile floor of the shower, or ripping the lighting fixtures down from the ceiling, pulling nail after nail, and sweeping each room for the hundreth time I don't have a word to say. What can one say - except get down here!! Send money!! Keep praying!! Send food, clthing, blankets!! Write your senators/congressperson, president, governors, mayors, bishops, who ever has ears. Make sure that they do not forget the current hell that is the devasted areas destroyed by Katrina and Rita.

The statement, "They should be over this. " Or "They should be able to take care fo themselves." Or "The government officials screwed it up, let them fix it." Just don't hold water. You cannot even imagine your entire life and world destroyed - you whole house, and your belongings. But also your neighbors, the local stores, the factory where you earned your income, the post office, the police station, the schools. EVERYTHING! It is not just as simple as rebuilding a house. It is rebuilding a life, a city, a county, a world.

And until this area (and truly all areas affected by other disasters - natural or human-made) are rebuilt, and back to life - none of us, as fellow citizens of this planet and children of our Creator God can sit back and a do nothing. In fact, we are called all the more to do something - even just pulling out a few nails in the final stretch of a muck-out. This is what we are called to do. Let's get up and do it! Together and by and in the grace of God!

Whew...and I thought I had nothing to say! (Those of you who know me, knew that couldn't be.)

Kim Conway