Tornadoes are my nightmare. Literally. And floods. Since my childhood in the hurricane country of South Texas, I have experienced frequent nocturnal funnels, tidal waves and — yes — once a giant waterspout brought the two terrors together. This used to trouble me. What is wrong with me that I have such violent dreams? (I seem like a nice, relatively calm person.) Mostly I am now grateful when I only dream of missing exams or forgotten appointments, and just “let the mystery be” about the scary stuff.
But then daylight brings scary: the waking face of trauma and fear, of exposure and disbelief, of the stricken and the storm-struck. We United Methodists, like all citizens, move quickly to deploy ourselves and our resources to hard-hit communities. There we dig in to recover and rebuild alongside people of every faith, of forgotten faith and of no faith. We encounter each other in our dirtiest clothes and our cleanest motives: to help the people in front of us as the neighbors they truly are.
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