After the earthquake, after the tidal wave, after the deaths, after the plagues, finally the relief is coming. And now it is raining. Torrential rains. So, you are homeless, probably a widow or an orphan, hungry, exhausted, and filthy. And now, you are soaked through and flash floods are chasing you away from whatever you have left. It is certainly life, but it is also horrible. Time for prayer for these folks. Earnest prayers.
Saturday, January 01, 2005
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