Tonight’s email contained a message from our young college friend who is safely ensconced in Savannah, GA for the time being, after having been evacuated from New Orleans. His plans are to head back to New Orleans to see if he can help the Red Cross in anyway. If not, then he’ll head home. He’ll need to restock all his belongings as I have a feeling they are gone. It looks like this semester of college has gone the way of the broken levee around Lake Pontchatrain.
For most of the day at work I had the radio on, listening to weather reports for our area, hearing about the widespread devastation down south, the estimated number of deaths, and the cost to rebuild. Gas prices started soaring, making leaps of 20 or more cents per gallon over the course of a couple of hours. It cost me $41 to fill the gas tank. That’s insane! And I fear it will only get worse and we’ll never see reasonable prices again.
Listening to all of this and seeing all the pictures hasn’t done me much good except to increase my fears and anxieties. Apparently I am not the only one. He is far more eloquent than I could ever be, so what he said, just paste it here! I just have to shut it all off. Keep the radio off. Don’t read the newspaper. If only for a little while to regain my equilibrium. This may make me sound selfish, cold, and uncaring. Well, perhaps so. But it is necessary.
One thing I won’t and can’t stop doing. Pray. Hard. All the time. And do as St. Ignatius Brianchaninov wrote in The Arena as quoted by Minor Clergy.
Lord, have mercy on us all.