In the Day of Disaster

I have the privilege of serving in a community that knows itself and how to cope in days of distress. I have seen around me great acts of courage, the indomitable spirit of human determination, and faith in God that reflect the pure belief that the Holy One can do anything.

Sweeping generosity has filled up a town that has been drained with the pain and sorrow of loss. Despite the anguish, men and women are rising up to serve each other and walk together through tremendous tragedy.

I took the opportunity to make my way into the debris field of the 530 slide area. With a bold and determined friend, we worked, walked, crawled and climbed through massive devastation--always with an eye and ear out to try and locate a potential survivor. We saw houses that were obliterated, mangled and twisted cars--all filled in with thick mud and rock. The entire scene was one of apocalyptic destruction.

We commandeered a canoe, and paddled across the water. We navigated our way to his home, which sat in more than four feet of water, to rescue important, even critical, artifacts for his family.

In these days I and the other pastors of our town have spent countless hours counseling, comforting young and old alike. The common question: "What can I do?" I spoke with a young student who shared a solution--invented in the imagination of a child. I have spoken with men and women who would dig with their bare hands to find their friends. Tears of anguish and anger have flowed from the hearts and souls of everyone.

Many friends have been lost--some have been saved. And life will be forever changed.

I love my town for its resiliency and determination to do what is needed in the day of disaster. And this brief letter is to tell you about the heart of the people of Darrington.