Monday morning, September 11th 2017
5.00 am
Hurricane Irma was battering Jacksonville with gale force
winds, flooding an already swollen St Johns River with a foot of rain.
Our house was dark. The electricity was out. I walked
downstairs. No use trying to sleep. It felt like we were under attack, and I
wanted to be at my post to pray and watch.
I lay on the couch in the family room, dozing, listening,
praying while repeating Psalm 121, among other warfare verses that I have put
to memory. The storm was at its peak, and it felt like I was engaged in a
battle of prayer.
The sound of a hurricane is raw unrelenting power and rage:
rain pelting against windows, wind wailing through the trees, myriad mysterious
and unidentifiable sounds outside.
But laying there, in the midst of that assault of nature, a
peace-giving and joy-filled thought “came to me” – it wasn’t my own brain
bringing this up because my brain was overwhelmed with sound and battling to
recite scriptures. Yet, there it was: “This
afternoon, be ready to lead in some music and song. It will be good to worship
today.”
Yes, I thought. That is definitely something to look forward
to. Will do.
10.00 am
The worst of the winds and rain had pulled north. But the
ruin and the pain of this storm were just becoming evident.
The National Weather Service used the word “epic” to
describe the flooding and damage in Jacksonville. I prefer the word “hellish.” According
to John 10.10, we have an enemy who comes to “kill, steal, and destroy.” These
are Jesus’ words; he knew something about battling the devil, and winning.
“Kill, steal, and destroy” describe what thousands
experienced in Jacksonville as well as in south Florida and the Caribbean. But
note this: Jesus also said, “I have come to bring you life, and life in
abundance…” In the mud and sorrow that Irma left behind, we saw Jesus’ life in
some rather surprising and personal ways…