Very
little happened. The tides stayed in the
bay. Flooding from rain water stayed on
nearby streets. Trees and their limbs
stayed intact. With but a brief
interruption, the power stayed on. Even
the mail was delivered, proving the truth of the myth that, despite storm and
night, the mail must come through.
So
many others further up the coast were not spared the wrath of the storm. My heart and soul goes out to those who have
lost so much. Life is risky—most of the
time, calculated risk, but acceptance and a wager that our choices about where
and how we live will bring blessing rather than distress. Some even are proud and dare the forces of nature to confront them.
On
that last point, as an aside, I wonder whether, when the Boardwalk is rebuilt
in Atlantic City, Donald Trump will sneer at any storm and build the
Trumpwalk….
Every
life in every day presents us with changes and chances. How do I view this condition in my own
life? I confess that, whether I am
prudent or proud, I cannot control my life or this world. God alone can provide for me and preserve me
no matter what.
In my bedtime
reflection, as I said Compline, I turned to a prayer in which one confesses
human limits and real humility. "Be present, O merciful God," I
prayed for Cindy and me and all others in struggle with the storm, "and protect
us through the hours of this night, so that we who are wearied by the changes
and chances of this life may rest in your eternal changelessness; through Jesus
Christ our Lord." To which we all must
say, Amen.
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