We had a great conversation about religion at coffee this Friday morning. It's never a good idea to discuss religion in a group of relative strangers, but this was a small group who knew each other pretty well. The talk centered more on personal experiences than on specific doctrine. It was interesting, and proved again that knitters are typically bright, well-educated, and respectful of others. It was great.
Then things got scary. The wind was really whipping around, and the rain was just pounding when Nellie asked Lynda if that spot on the ceiling was new. Hmmm. We've had little leaks before, but this spot on the acoustical tile was growing rapidly. And several others were joining it. Then more at the front of the shop. Then we noticed the drips running down the wall. Great.
So we started pulling stuff away from the walls, trying to find buckets, but there was no drip we couldidentify. Then the front corner ceiling tile collapsed into a soggy mess on the floor. Several other tiles were swelling and cracking, but with the help of Lynda and Nellie, we got buckets, towels, and plastic over suspect areas. I was dreading Saturday morning.
So, when I came in, it was bad, but not as bad as I had imagined. Several more tiles had given way, but they'd landed where we'd anticipated, so they just smashed onto the carpet. It all made me think about hurricane Katrina. Here we are, mopping things up and fussing about damp carpet and lost ceiling tiles, and Katrinia victims still suffer from the complete and total loss of their homes, their schools, their businesses, and any sense of normalcy in their lives. Kinda puts things into perspective, doesn't it?
I ask God to keep me mindful and responsive to the needs of all His people now and always.
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