When I awoke this morning, I had a BBM (BlackBerryMessenger) from a friend who lives in Indonesia, telling me about the massive earthquake and tsunami. I couldn’t believe it.
Since then, I’ve been watching Facebook for updates and, more recently, the Fox News website (I don’t have TV). The pictures are truly horrific.
On top of this, a close friend of mine’s husband is in Hawaii right now, working. Naturally, with the threats of tsunamis there, she is extremely worried.
One of my favorite authors lives in Hawaii and posted this verse several hours ago: “You rule the raging of the sea; When its waves rise, You still them.” Psalm 89:9.
When trying to think of the words to say, nothing seemed adequate. It didn’t seem enough to say I was praying for those people whose worlds have forever changed, who are scared to death, and don’t know what to do or where to go.
Until I remembered an exchange in my favorite book.
It was the middle of the night, and her pastor was in the hospital in critical condition. 16-year-old Rebekah wanted to go with her father to see him. He told her to stay.
“The best thing you can do is stay here and pray.”
Frustrated, she said, “How can I sit here and pray when Pastor Ewen is dying?”
He replied, “How can you not?
In a word: passionate. About Jesus, church, ministry, music, reading, family, friends, and sometimes even iced skinny soy mochas.