God bless the helpers
Yesterday morning I walked to the edge of our yard to see the fog stretching across the vacant land behind our house. We’d had a whopper of a thunderstorm that dumped several inches of rain overnight. Usually a storm will clear the air, but this one didn’t. The air was still thick with humidity, as if another storm waited in the wings, but it never came.
Weather can be so capricious. Sometimes it doesn’t give fair warning. Sometimes, even with fair warning, you don’t stand a chance.
We’re all grieving with the people of Moore and Shawnee, Oklahoma, as well as with the victims of less newsworthy tornadoes in other areas. I’ll never understand why these things happen. I’ll just suggest that if we want to help somehow, we can at least make donations to the Salvation Army or the American Red Cross.
As Mr. Rogers said: “When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’ To this day, especially in times of disaster, I remember my mother’s words and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers – so many caring people in this world.”
Amen. God bless them, every one.
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