Perspective

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God taught me a big lesson this past week … a lesson on perspective.  Something of a reminder of what’s truly important.

Last Monday and Tuesday my area was struck by a devastating ice storm.  The area around my home was blessed.  Our temps hovered right around the freezing mark, or otherwise the icing would have been much worse.  It was bad enough as it was.  We thought we had dodged the bullet with regard to loss of power, until everything went dark on Tuesday afternoon.  That would be my family’s last spark of electricity for 72 hours.

Suddenly, life became all about the basics.  We made it through the first night.  With temperatures plummeting outside, we lit several dozen tealight candles in pans on our kitchen table.  The sheer volume of candles cranked out a considerable amount of precious heat.  But, finally, on Wednesday afternoon, it was just getting too cold.  So we packed up our stuff and moved into our church building.  The next two nights we slept on the floor of our children’s ministry room.  Two other families joined us on Thursday morning.  We stayed warm, cooked hot meals, played cards, watched videos, and did our best to pass the time.  Meanwhile, our area was under a state of emergency and we were expected to stay off of the roads.

We were blessed on Friday afternoon when our power returned.  Unfortunately, we left the other two families behind at the church building.  Neither of them have power yet.  It could be days.  But they were finally able to procure generators and get them tied in to their home electrical systems.

Ten miles to our north there is utter devastation.  Nearby counties are 100% in the dark.  In some areas, there are so many power poles broken off at the ground that they may have to switch off all power and start from scratch … re-pole and re-string all wire.  It may be months before power is restored.

Yesterday during our worship we spent a little time exchanging stories.  About half of my people are still in the dark.  Kentucky Baptist Disaster Relief has a kitchen unit at nearby Cadiz Baptist Church, as well as a shower trailer.  They are doing their best to help keep displace people warm, clean, and well-fed.  Twelve people from my church, including my daughter, worked at the unit on Sunday morning and several returned today.

I’ve been through storms in my day, but I don’t remember ever seeing anything quite like this in my native area.  So much devastation and loss.  And it has given me a little change in perspective.  Suddenly, the things that I once became all worked up over just don’t seem all that important anymore.  Discussions and arguments over conventions, budgets, secondary -vs- tertiary doctrines, and stuff like that just don’t seem very compelling (or even remotely important) when your friends have no heat or running water.

Yep … the events of my past week really have me thinking … and praying.