I will praise You in the storm...

I grew up in the area where the tornadoes struck on Friday. My mother had to wait for the one that later struck Henryville (an EF4) to pass by. I know Henryville well. There is a garden there with some of the biggest variety of plants I have ever seen. There is a little truck stop right off the interstate. It does not look like much, but it's a little hole-in-the-wall that all the construction workers go to for lunch (they know all the best secret places to eat). It was well worth going out of your way to drive there because they had the best pie.

Among the death and devastation, there are amazing stories. I have some friends that just a few days prior found out that their first child is a little girl. Now their home is destroyed, but they weren't home. They went to a friend's house because they had a basement.

The high school let the kids out early to attempt to race the storms home. That was a good call, as the high school was destroyed. One bus driver saw the tornado and turned back, offloading herself and the remaining eleven kids into the office, which was the safest place to be. Another three buses saw it coming and pulled into a hardware store. The store manager said they counted 81 people they housed through the storm. The store is the only building untouched in a large radius.

There was a man who threw himself over his wife. She survived because of his sacrifice. A mom threw herself over her two kids. They survived. She lost a leg but is stable. So many stories.

If you've never seen the damage of a tornado first-hand, it is really hard to imagine. The pictures seem fake if you've never seen it in person. I know it sounds cliche, but you just can't understand the power of a sudden gust of wind. It is unreal otherwise. I've seen it as tornadoes are all too common in that part of Indiana.

There is a worship song that says "I will praise you in the storm." There are miraculous stories of survival, people making it when there is no earthly reason they should have. But most of all, we can praise God for his church. One of the largest congregations in the world, Southeast Christian Church, is located close to Henryville. In fact, they have a church camp which was untouched. They are gathering the homeless and giving them a place to stay, a central point to get help: from clothes and a hot meal to minor medical attention for scraps and bruises, allowing the hospitals to deal with the overwhelming number of serious injuries. Other local congregations are teaming up together to help provide those hot meals and other things. The church (not a church, the church) is an amazing powerful thing. When earthquakes struck Haiti, it was the church leading efforts to help people while politicians had to deal with agreements and embargoes. The church was in New Orleans days before FIMA. The church was in Japan and Indonesia for the tsunami relief. And the church has ever been there for the earthquakes that hit our country regularly. Even the Salvation Army and Red Cross have roots as Christian organizations helping people. There is nothing greater than the church being what the church should be. So we praise God for this amazing gift of the church and for allowing us to be a part of it.