My heart is heavy for my hometown of Joplin, MO today. They suffered a fiercely destructive tornado last night that ripped through the heart of the city and demolished a large percentage of homes and businesses. With the death toll at 89 and rising, people are roaming the streets in hospital gowns and bare feet after one of only two hospitals in the area had to evacuate due to massive damage, neighbors are helping neighbors rummage through what is left of their homes, and stunned souls are still searching for loved ones and pets among the rubble.
My Grandpa Brockett was driving when the twister came through. His car began shaking violently and he watched as a house blew away right in front of him. Complete strangers came out of their home and grabbed him and brought him in to take cover. Because of the kindness of strangers, he is ok. My other Grandparents had very little warning and took cover in their hallway under blankets. A tree landed on their roof and their windows were blown out. Somehow that seemed insignificant compared to the destruction of many of the homes around them on all sides.
At this time, everything is needed: bottled water, tarps, building materials, fruit, individually wrapped snacks, generators, pillows, towels, blankets, toiletries, toys, and of course, monetary donations and earnest prayers.
So while Mr. Camping was wrong in attempting to predict the exact moment that the Lord will return, he was right that the Lord is, in fact, coming. This is not our home.
I heard this song this morning on KLove in the car was spent the whole thing praying for Joplin and crying. But it's true...this is not our home! Love this song and hope your family continues to be ok.
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