Last weekend a major tornado hit a few hours south of herein Yazoo City, MS and surrounding areas. This weekend, the city tornado warnings went off five times in twenty-four hours. Kate and I were at the neighbor's brick house once, a little sturdier than ours here, and up at 4:00 a.m. this morning watching the news to see if we should move again. We got lucky here in Ripley--power poles down, a quickly contained gas leak, a few roofs off--but, two small towns near here were hit. A tree fell into the corner of the house of some of our parishioners, crushed their car, but really they were so lucky. The couple was in Chicago, so we moved furniture and put a tarp on their roof until they can make it back tomorrow. I think the severe weather is past, but flooding continues to be an issue. No school tomorrow, so I'm headed first thing to help translate as best I can for a Spanish speaking couple whose trailer was damaged who have an appointment to talk to the insurance agent. Then out to see where I can help.
These sorts of things really make me realize how connected we all are. Sometimes when the disasters are far from home, it is easy to stay removed. These days it is easy to feel with those on the coast awaiting the oil spill, those in Haiti still without housing, those in places of war, etc., etc. Keep the prayers coming, for here and everywhere else. We are indeed all one.