Hurricane Katrina

I have heard and seen so many posts, new reports, prayers for the victims of the hurricane and I have been without words, as I have wondered what is God's purpose in all this. I do believe God is in control. I have wondered what it is that I should do, I am praying and have been motivated to give, but what more can I do. I was reading today and came across this story and I could see the hurricane victims in this story, I could see Jesus in all this. See if you do too?

This is not a story about Hurricane Katrina but it is a story about devastating circumstances, so I related it to the hurricane as I could see so many who have lost loved ones, so many children who are now alone, so many parents who lost children. I just can't imagine!!!

Tony Campolo tells a true story of a Jewish boy who suffered under the Nazis in World War II. He was living in a small Polish village when he and all the other Jews of the vicinity were rounded up by Nazi SS troops and sentenced to death. This Jewish boy joined his neighbors in digging a shallow ditch for their graves, then faced the firing squad with his parents. Sprayed with machine-gun fire, bodies fell into the ditch and the Nazis covered the crumpled bodies with dirt. But none of the bullets hit the boy, though he was splattered with the blood of his parents. When his parents fell into the ditch, he pretended to be dead and fell on top of them.
Several hours later, when darkness fell, he clawed his way out of the grave. With blood and dirt caked to his little body, he made his way to the nearest house and begged for help.

Recognizing him as one of the Jewish boys marked for death, he was turned away at house after house as people feared getting into trouble with the SS troops. Then something inside this Jewish boy seemed to guide him to say something that was very strange for a Jew to say. When the next family responded to his timid knocking in the still of the night, they heard him cry, “Don’t you recognize me? I am the Jesus you say you love.” After a poignant pause, the woman who stood in the doorway swept him into her arms and kissed him. From that day on, the members of that family loved and cared for that boy as though he was one of their own. “I am the Jesus you say you love.” Those words were more correct than you might imagine. Matthew 25:40 tells us that one day the Great King and Judge of all the earth will say to people like that kindhearted Christian lady, “Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brothers, you did it to Me.

Now what am I going to do?

Matt. 25 ...for I was hungry and you gave Me food; I was thirsty and you gave Me drink; I was a stranger and you took Me in; I was naked and you clothed Me; I was sick and you visited Me; I was in prison and you came to Me.