As the images of drenched Houstonians emerging from water-filled homes come endlessly across my television screen, I stand amazed at the power of one storm, one named Harvey.  As it’s been said, “Sometimes God calms the storm and sometimes he lets the storm rage and calms us.’  There is always a storm brewing.

The swirling of the colors on the weather maps reminds us of the fury of the hurricane winds, the downed wires, the lost power, the adrenaline-hyped rescues, and finally the chaos of the aftermath, that chaos that seems to have no end. People mixed together in shelters, scrambling for clothing and starved for sleep, waiting in lines and huddling to stay warm.  Officials assemble cots in neat rows, but families rearrange them in hopes of finding some shred of privacy.

God — we wonder what’s happening.  Are you trying to get our attention?  Your ways are not our ways. We need an ark, a Noah, a righteous leader.

Nevertheless, we trust you.  Give us hearts for one another, show us how to help people survive and revive. Thank you.  We praise you even in the storm, for you are mighty and loving and good. Like Hannah, we may come unhinged, but we cry out to you and you hear us.

“In my distress I called to the Lord;    I cried to my God for help.From his temple he heard my voice;    my cry came before him, into his ears.” Psalm 18:6