Storms happen.
Last Friday a whiplash windstorm with Noah-nightmare rains did a sardine-can-opening number on a 10 foot-wide section of our metal roof. Right over the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves home to 30 years of seminary and home-schooling.
A dear couple from the neighborhood came over at midnight. Stayed until 4 am as we pack-saddled the books upstairs to safe storage. Prayed over us as they left.
Saturday brought giant dehumidifiers and fans attacking the water seeping from the walls. Monday ushered in the insurance adjuster who demonstrated how you live out your Christian faith in your vocation. His was a calming presence.
The lessons were many:
- How easy it is to freak out when the porch roof goes flying off as you and your wife are standing under it.
- How hard it is to make rational decisions in the midst of traumatic circumstance.
- How emotionally draining such events are for days and beyond.
- How Jesus showed up throughout the event.
The routine statement by my insurance agent replays the most: “The roof is one of the most important parts for protecting your home.”
In other words everything inside the house owes its well-being to the roof.
It’s probably worth considering today. What roof are you living under? What are you relying on for protection in Noah weather – be it natural, financial, relational…
Jesus has been my roof for about as long as I can remember. But that’s hard to remember in the midst of thunder and wetvac exercises.
One never knows when your roof will go peeling off. One always knows Jesus never will. Best to remind oneself of that every day before the storm hits.