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Stranded by an ash cloud—how I prayed
Originally appeared on spirituality.com
There I was, stranded at an airport in Chicago, only halfway to my destination.
An ash cloud was moving across the United States from west to east as a result of the 1980 volcanic explosion of Mt. St. Helens, in Washington State. Air travel had been suspended. All indications were pointing to the fact that I was going to be stuck in Chicago for a while. What the heck was I going to do for an indefinite amount of time? I didn’t want to be there. I had no money--not even a credit card--no place to stay, and nothing constructive to do. Or so I thought.
I worked the phone for a couple of hours trying to contact someone, anyone whom I might know in the Chicago area, but to no avail. The phone even quit working at one point. When that happened and I realized how uptight I’d become about all this, I stopped in my tracks and thought, Where is God?
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