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"Whither shall I go..."
During the havoc of Hurricane Sandy, it was often said that bad times bring out the best in people. Turning to God in prayer, we see the blessings of neighbor helping neighbor backing the Bible’s promise that “God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble” (Psalms 46:1).
As an AP reporter, I saw proof of divine providence when I helped cover the deadly Palm Sunday tornadoes on April 11, 1965. More than 50 towns in six Midwestern states, including Indiana, were hit by tornadoes, leaving a tragic toll. “You’d better get out to Marion,” the night editor said when I was called back to the bureau after working the Sunday shift. “A twister wrecked a trailer park and a shopping center there. The whole town’s blacked out.”
I climbed into my Volkswagen and headed for Marion, some 70 miles away, in a heavy rainstorm. I shook off sleep as hard wind and rain slashed at my small car, praying all the while: “Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God” (Isaiah 41:10). If God is everywhere, I reasoned, then nothing unlike God could truly exist. God would not lay a path of broken glass before me and then expect me to tip-toe across it in bare feet.
About the author
George Zucker lives in Audubon, Pennsylvania.