Feb 15, 2011

The Storm of '11

The reports were coming in ...this is the worst storm Chicago has seen since 1967. Normally when I hear reports like this I simply thank God that I live in Arizona. But this year is different. My baby girl is living in Chicago. Will she be warm?  Will she have enough food? Will she navigate the snow with care as she drives? Well, OK, at 21 technically she isn't a baby girl but I still worry about her.

 

Jennifer was actually living in Chicago during the storm of 1967. She claims that she remembers that blizzard very well.  I disputed that claim. She was only four years old - how could she possibly remember that storm? But she described in vivid detail how she and her brother played on a snow horse that her dad had made. When her mother called she, too, remembered the storm and described in vivid detail the snow horse. This once again reinforces that any wild claim by my wife should be met with, "yes dear".

 

Growing up in Phoenix we didn't have snowstorms. But we did have monsoon rains.  In 1973 there was such a large rainfall that the canal by our house started to overflow.  This caused a cascade of water to rush into our neighborhood as the force of water ripped an opening in the canal.  My brother went home and got an inner tube and we took turns riding the plume.  We were lucky we weren't harmed. Later we learned that the water was eight feet deep in some places.

 

Yesterday my baby girl wrote on her Facebook page that shoveling snow is actually a lot harder than it looks.  This makes me chuckle. You see when we lived in Denver it was good old dad shoveling all that snow. I can remember some pre-pastor words coming out of my mouth as I endlessly shoveled in the bitter cold. Now that my daughter is on her own it is time for her and her housemates to experience that joy.  Once again I thank God that I live in Arizona. Yet secretly I would give anything to see them all bundled up following me as I created a path in the snow. 

 

In life we will experience many storms and floods.  As we go through them, we may be angry and bitter and complain.  But the truth is that God is there in the midst of them.  It might be years later before we are able to reflect and realize this. But God is faithful.  He always is.  When Jesus experienced the storm of His life, He rose victorious over it.  And because He took on the full frontal assault that the world has to offer, we will never be consumed.  There is no power in heaven or on earth that can separate us from His love.  That includes storms of ’67 and  ’11.

 

Blessings,

 

Pastor David Hook