It seems like every time I catch some piece on the TV about the aftermath of the Oklahoma Tornado, somewhere in the description there is a casual reference to God: ‘then God told me to go the school…’ ‘but we have the Lord…’ It is not forced, or dwelt on, but faith in God seems to be an everyday part of life. It seems good.
The tornado, and its destruction, seems to have descended, wreaked havoc, then ascended. The Oklahoma folk know these things happen, and try and take them in their stride. It won’t make the grief any less, but they don’t bear it alone.
I’m surprised no one has yet started to apportion blame. That’s usually the next stage in a report – because we do have this expectation that such things shouldn’t happen, we can stave off all trouble, and live a quiet, peaceful life.
I think the Oklahoma folk may have a quiet peaceful life – or at least the ones I’ve heard testimony from. They have an assurance that stems from God, and that weird peace he gives. Jesus didn’t say it was weird, but when it is described as something that goes beyond understanding, then by all accounts we can call it weird.
Jesus says that if you try and keep your life (protect it from all consequences) you will forfeit it; if you hand it over to God, it remains yours in God’s safe-keeping (with all the consequences) eternally.
In the disaster, it’s been refreshing to see evidence of people’s lives anchored in God.
The blues we are hearing is the music of hope.