Hurricane Katrina
I remember this past weekend, going to bed one night with the voice of words ringing in my head about the coming hurricane, headed straight for New Orleans. I remember lying in bed with tears pooling in my eyes trying to pray for the people who at that moment were living in a world of terror ... fleeing from their home city or home, or just standing there, lost and scared. I couldn't imagine what it must have been like at that moment for all those thousands of people. Tonight, I have yet to watch any news shows on television about it, but what I see in my mind's eye is beyond terror-able. To hear of the devistation of land and property and city that held a beauty unique ... to read about the lawlessness and chaos and anarchy ... to think about the leadership that seems to sound so sincere yet watch the sea of people who have gone hungry and lost ... to reflect on all the people who are suffering beyond what I have ever known or experienced or witnessed ... I want to help, bu...