Hope Floats
Perhaps this week more than others, following the horrific events following Hurricane Katrina, and the mayhem in the Crescent City, this blog title seems appropriate. It took me awhile to find an image of anything that both floats and represents hope, but a floating chapel? It seemd apt.
I am thinking not necessarily about what is going on in New Orleans so much as what is going on in my own life, but perhaps some comparisons could be drawn that might relate the two. One might say that into every life a little rain must fall. Of course, to say that now in the soggy city of New Orleans might result in what is commonly known in the south as a whuppin. I don't want or need that, so I guess I will avoid saying that particular phrase. But it is true.
Figuratively speaking, rain comes to each of us many times throughout our lives, and perhaps as is the case in N'Awlins, the levees we build to protect us from the flood waters are inadequate, in poor repair, or otherwise to weak to hold the waters back, and leaves us vunerable to the destructive forces of nature. Perhaps it is something simple, perhaps a financial hardship, or an emotional hardship, and being unprepared, we are overcome, and left to tread water as it were.
Perhaps it is something more devastating, like the real flood there in New Orleans, in which many people lost family members, and everything they owned.
