Hurrication
We are fine here in a Wyndham hotel at PCB, where phones, iPhone hotspots, WiFi, email, texts all work sporadically, intermittently, most often not at all.
For the six of us, Britany arranged a 2 BR 2 bath unit, which we have through the end of October, then a 3 BR 3 bath unit through November, possibly longer if needed. Which in other circumstances would be vacation, “Sound of the Wind and Sound of the Sea Make Me Happy to Be” as reads a tile that Linda had in the kitchen window of The Old Place, then again in 7H.
To our delight, Tass is here, yesterday she drove the four of us east and across the bridge to StAndrews, we rode the elevator up to 7H with a list of tasks including for me to move porch furniture from the living room back out onto the porch. We had a list because, organized, Linda usually has a list, work to do and items to bring back to the Beach to enhance our hurrication. Leaving just after noon, the 20 minute drive took only thirty minutes going in, but in heavy traffic, over two hours back out to our PCB hotel half mile west of The Y at Hwy 79.
Workers were beavering away at Harbour Village, but not in 7H except dehumidifiers to dry the place out before various molds could take over. When we left 7H, elevator power was out, so we walked down. Earlier this week the insurance agent committed to inspect 7H today, which I hope happens so we can get repairs committed almost as much as I pray the elevator power will be On to Ride.
With our own safety, health and lives, and comparatively little damage to 7H, Linda and I are among the lucky. It would be ignorant or blasphemy to say “the blessed” which theologically would make of God some sort of monster choosing favorites in the deadly nightmare of Hurricane Michael. Tropical storms, hurricanes have a useful place in the nature of Creation, I don’t know what it is, someone knows; but that they threaten and harm us, people and other beings and things, depends, among various factors, on human decisions, where we choose to live, build, work and love and have our Being. A hurricane that subjectively for us is evil in the nature of things may objectively be nature minding Creation. Rather rudely, but nonetheless. Am I rationalizing God off the hook? I don’t think so, I’m leaving a personal servant god and a puppeteer deity out of my formula. “Who or What is God?” asks my seminary theology professor. God is whoever or whatever God says God is, In and As God’s Word. God is not who and what we say God is, our Subject;
and may not even fit into the box of my own convenient definition.
Just so, what of my prayer that the elevator power be On when I arrive at HV later this morning?
RSF&PTL
T+
For the six of us, Britany arranged a 2 BR 2 bath unit, which we have through the end of October, then a 3 BR 3 bath unit through November, possibly longer if needed. Which in other circumstances would be vacation, “Sound of the Wind and Sound of the Sea Make Me Happy to Be” as reads a tile that Linda had in the kitchen window of The Old Place, then again in 7H.
To our delight, Tass is here, yesterday she drove the four of us east and across the bridge to StAndrews, we rode the elevator up to 7H with a list of tasks including for me to move porch furniture from the living room back out onto the porch. We had a list because, organized, Linda usually has a list, work to do and items to bring back to the Beach to enhance our hurrication. Leaving just after noon, the 20 minute drive took only thirty minutes going in, but in heavy traffic, over two hours back out to our PCB hotel half mile west of The Y at Hwy 79.
Workers were beavering away at Harbour Village, but not in 7H except dehumidifiers to dry the place out before various molds could take over. When we left 7H, elevator power was out, so we walked down. Earlier this week the insurance agent committed to inspect 7H today, which I hope happens so we can get repairs committed almost as much as I pray the elevator power will be On to Ride.
With our own safety, health and lives, and comparatively little damage to 7H, Linda and I are among the lucky. It would be ignorant or blasphemy to say “the blessed” which theologically would make of God some sort of monster choosing favorites in the deadly nightmare of Hurricane Michael. Tropical storms, hurricanes have a useful place in the nature of Creation, I don’t know what it is, someone knows; but that they threaten and harm us, people and other beings and things, depends, among various factors, on human decisions, where we choose to live, build, work and love and have our Being. A hurricane that subjectively for us is evil in the nature of things may objectively be nature minding Creation. Rather rudely, but nonetheless. Am I rationalizing God off the hook? I don’t think so, I’m leaving a personal servant god and a puppeteer deity out of my formula. “Who or What is God?” asks my seminary theology professor. God is whoever or whatever God says God is, In and As God’s Word. God is not who and what we say God is, our Subject;
and may not even fit into the box of my own convenient definition.
Just so, what of my prayer that the elevator power be On when I arrive at HV later this morning?
RSF&PTL
T+