Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Praying for the Big Easy
It breaks my heart to read the reports about New Orleans. It is one of my favorite citys. And now 80 percent of it is under water and they are predicting that thousands are dead. I am struck by how fragile things are. It's surreal to watch the news in detached horror.
I was just in New Orleans in March. It's a city like no other. I enjoyed walking cobblestone streets and marveling at the architecture and history. And now those streets have likely been washed away. I can barely imagine what it must be like for those people seeing their homes destroyed and their city crumble.
The closest I've ever been to a natural disaster was an earthquake in Seattle back in 2001. It was pretty sobering to watch buildings crumble from 30 seconds of the earth shaking. But it was nothing like a hurricane. I suppose the closest thing we could experience here would be for Mount Rainier to erupt or for a Sunami to hit.
Still I'm in shock at the loss of the Big Easy. Can it rise from the flood waters? I hope so. It would be a shame to lose the wonderful spirit of that great city.