Living in Lake Charles, Louisiana as I do; I have gotten to see first hand what its like to live through a major catastrophe. Like most people, I saw the forecast projecting a potential Category 5 hurricane, with Lake Charles as the bullseye; so I boarded up the windows on my house, tied everything I could down, and took the family inland before the storm hit. It was quite surreal to watch the Weather Channel broadcasting live just blocks from my house. And to see them zoom in on the radar as I watched the eye wall pass right over my neighborhood.
The devastation is mammoth. Making landfall as a Category 4, with sustained winds of 150 MPH, Laura was the strongest hurricane to hit Louisiana since 1856. When I went back to my house a few days later, the neighborhood was unrecognizable. With large oak and pine trees down everywhere; and so many houses either destroyed completely or roofs missing. Then there is the power line situation. The Lake Charles area lost 6600 utility poles and 338 miles of power line, and every substation that supplies electricity to the city was either destroyed or damaged to the point of being inoperable.
The local National Weather Service office and the local news station both evacuated moments before the storm hit. I've never seen that happen before, but it's good they did. Both buildings were destroyed. But in the midst of all the carnage, lots of good things have happened.
Just moments after the storm passed, I began getting contacted by churches, individuals, and businesses from all over the country asking how they could help. Including the First Christian Church in Pleasanton, KS where I pastored several years ago. There's too many gracious churches to mention; but when this is all over I plan to mention them all. We are grateful. The outpouring of love from God's people has been truly humbling and greatly appreciated. I've been able to deliver generators and window air conditioners for lots of stranded people; and spent the week delivering them to their homes. The recipients are eternally grateful as they thank me for providing for them. But I tell them, this gift is not from me, it's from God and His people.
The examples of kindness are endless; as I drive around the city and see neighbors helping neighbors; and numerous charities setting up their mobile units to provide food, water, and supplies. I'll admit my heart was touched when I saw a convoy of Kroger trucks bringing food in from Texas. One of the trucks had a sign on it that read: “Dear Lake Charles. Texas Loves You.” All I can say to that is, “God Bless Texas.”
We've got a long road ahead of us in terms of rebuilding; but as people inevitably ask the question of “Why would God allow this?” I have the opportunity to tell them of a “city not built with human hands, eternal in the Heavens.” (2 Corinthians 5:1) Hurricanes remind us that we live in a fallen world; but for the Christian; this world is not our home. We look to Christ to provide the strength for today; and an eternal home tomorrow. A home that no hurricane can touch.