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HURRICANE WINDS BLOW ALL THE WAY UP HERE

We made a bundle on softball concessions last night with a triangular meet over the dinner hour. We are going to donate some of it to two refugee families from New Orleans who arrived here in eastern Nebraska with nothing but the clothes on their backs. They have enrolled their young children in two local grade schools, and we’re finding out more about them so that we can help them adjust.

More than 200 people jammed our jewel-like city park last night for the softball games, and I was struck by the contrast between our lifestyle, and what people were going through in the hurricane aftermath.

We had free hot dogs, sloppy joes, Frito pies, nachos, and all the fixin’s . . . while a lot of them starved.

We sat on really nice bleachers imported for the occasion from a nearby rodeo arena, with many others perched on picnic tables or sprawled out on comfy spectator chairs . . . while a lot of them huddled in big stadiums and couldn’t really stretch out.

We were entertained by the sights and sounds of youth sports, with youngsters displaying real skill and a lot of grown-ups relaxing and chatting . . . while many of the hurricane victims were dealing with death, destruction, chaos and crime.

It’s hard to make people in crisis believe that things are going to get better soon, but they will. They will! Believe it, New Orleans. One day soon, you’ll have an evening like we just had. You’ll have peace and contentment . . . the good life in America.

That’s my prayer, anyway, and I’m sure it’s one shared by all Americans at this difficult time.

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Prayer request: A dear friend’s handsome nephew Russ is en route as we speak to the New Orleans aftermath with his Nebraska National Guard troop. Father, we thank You for his service and all the helpful things he’s going to do for others down there. We pray that he knows You are with him. We plead for his protection and safety, along with all others who are in the thick of things in this crisis. (Isaiah 41:10)