Tuesday, May 24, 2011

The Coming Storm

Weather Preacher
(by R.P.Edwards)

“Twenty minutes”
The preacher said
“The storm will come
And leave you…dead.
Unless, of course,
You’ve built “the room,”
To hide your life,
And cheat…the tomb”

It’s been a couple days since Death’s scythe dipped down and reaped at least 117 souls from Joplin, Missouri; a city named after a Methodist minister. Ironically (and I’m not trying to be, in any way, insensitive or callous), but the very day after the “false” prediction of the apocalypse occurred; on that Sunday, perhaps minutes or hours after some joked about the error (a natural thing to do); on that very day, over one hundred of our fellow Americans…met their personal end, in a violent, tragic, merciless…way.

Listen: the story involving a Midwestern town in pain will, for most of us, quickly fade.  Even now, a couple days later, we‘ve entered the “heroic populace” stage.  The “we will rebuild” stage.  And the devastating blow of May 22, 2011--that brought a city to it’s knees, and a nation to tears--will, like the punishing body blow…slowly begin to heal.  Some, of course, will relive the terror…everyday.  But for most, with time, the moment…will fade.

Here’s my point:  If we “know” a problem, a difficulty, a destructive “event” is coming; we’ll prepare for it (if we’re wise at all).  I guarantee you, if the victims of this “storm” had known, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that a tornado was coming; they could have prepared.  And, although we’re good about teaching our kids how to live in society, and get an education, and get a job to fill their lives with time-consuming stuff.  Do we, dear reader, prepare ourselves, and them, for the “on the horizon” storm that is heading our way?  Honestly, shouldn’t we prepare for this “certain” event?  Don’t we owe it to ourselves, our spouse, our children…to prepare for what MUST take place?

Alright.  Enough of that.  Different fare to come.  But, if you’ve stayed with me this far, could you please activate the youtube link to follow?  It’s the recording of the few in the convenience store’s cold-storage who were faced with death.  This crucible reduced them to their core; to the place where all peripherals were immediately shed, and the essentials of life and living…were brought to the forefront.  Hopefully it won't take "near" death, for us to prepare for the real thing.Trapped


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