Although I haven’t written anything on Aelki about the tsunami, the tragedy has certainly been on my mind.
I read the articles, glance through the pictures, and am harshly reminded that I’m on the other side of the world. A co-worker mentioned yesterday that she felt helpless. And then we pondered what it would be like to be able to go there. To help feed the children. To share the Gospel, hold them when they cry, and help rebuild their lives.
And after reading through some of the reunion stories, I feel overwhelmed. It puts the “harsh tragedy” into everyday language. People searching for best friends. Looking for lovers. Missing their children.
There is much to pray for.