Carl reports from the Tsunami zone:
Stories and images in the memory, lives lost, and lives saved.
Families lost everything, never to return…
Life never the same, but better for some who moved back to more simple living, knowing what really matters.
Building carcases, monuments, remain to mark the event, being stark statements of temporal life.
143 lost and many animals, the earth murmured, the sea echoed much too loud for our fragile friends.
Rebuilding, yes, for some, wooed back by mammon… calling the opportunists, managing to suppress fear for gain.
For others, time to move on, but slowed by the beurocratic wheels gummed up by cultural and political processes, all they wanted was water for family in their ‘new’ shelter further up, built from ‘whatever’ and some nails.
For now, walking with a bucket to the spring for some water to be boiled (is that why they call them boils?)
Patience learned and character built, but at great cost.
For a night living with survisors, hearing the drama, seeing the one remaining possession, a soggy expired passport.
But the faces, having cheated termination show deep joy for the remaining life, and great respect for Him who watches.