A Broken Arm and A Broken City

I haven't posted for a while, not since my boy broke his arm messing around on roller-blades in the carport, waiting for lunch guests. That made for an interesting meal - was it broken or not? Unfortunately 4 1/2 weeks of cast latter it was.

Disruption that snowballed, a Tuesday afternoon - cast repairs at A & E, a 1-2 hour power cut, and a phone-call, have you heard from...in Christchurch. Are they ok.... panic, read the news, see emails of concern from across the States - urgent phone calls -YES they are safe, unharmed, or at least as good as it gets when danger lurks close.

Its been hard to write since. Hard to put words to paper - we are unaffected and life goes on, yet in our country life remains at a standstill, people lost, homes, destroyed, the place we used to live reduced to a war zone. There but by the grace of God ....

There we watch and wait,

Hearing of the quiet thoughts that stopped people from being in the wrong place and the wrong time and give thanks.

There we rejoice where damage is less than feared, lives not lost.

There we mourn for unknown people who lost their lives, people who lost their homes, people who lost the ability to pour a drink of water.

Please pray for those that mourn, for those who have lost memories, possessions, that those who wonder what happens next will discover the Savior from whom the city takes its name... that lives will be rebuilt on the solid foundation of Jesus.