Hilary recently found a favorite CD we’d lost a few years back. As I pressed the play button, one of the Celtic Ladies began singing the opening track that had recently returned to haunt me:
“Are you ready for the storm?…..are you ready for the storm?”
“Are you ready for the storm?…..are you ready for the storm?”
A few days later we were en route to St. Augustine, Florida
I recalled how on our last visit four years ago in my parting reflections I had said, “When President Obama completes this term of office, I believe there will be – a storm!”
The storm has certainly hit… and everything is being shaken.
I quoted the final verse of the Flame song,
“When this age shall end and the time has come
For the Trump to sound, and our Lord to come”
“Well, ‘the Trump’ has sounded!” I said. “Should we now expect for our Lord to come?”
Concessionary laughter rippled around the church.
I realized that as well as this political storm a major physical storm had also shaken the area a few months ago and recognized that since our last visit a number of our friends had been shaken by serious personal storms.
For one couple it was a result of the hurricane.
Tammy and David had just finished renovating their beach home. It was “a little palace” someone told us.
“I think you’re supposed to come and see it now.” Tammy said.
Straddling the floorboards we stared down into the belly and out through the skeleton of the gutted home. David was in the middle of another even more thorough ‘restoration’ project.
“The Lord gave me a word at the beginning of last year.” Tammy said, – ‘Unencumbered’”
“Everything has had to go,“ she said, “Including my four boxes of shoes…. I loved shoes!
“I’ve decided to not even have a razor here until we’ve finished the restoration.“ David added from behind his bushy beard.
Tammy said the disturbance was strangely not a result of the winds or the floods, but of “a surge” of water that came and went. “I feel strangely cleansed” she commented. “It cleared a lot of crap away.” was the way another friend put it.
Crap is the biblical symbol for “idols of the heart.”
As we bowed to pray I noticed a sole artifact hanging on the damaged plasterboard. A simple cross.
“Thank you Lord that you went to the cross without shoes and unshaven. and you call us to follow you totally unencumbered …so that we can say, ‘…. and being with you nothing else we desire.'”
On an outside wall only one other artifact had remained:
The hurricane’s name was Matthew. It means “gift of God!”