Here It Comes

It’s not news to anyone who hears any news that ours is the age of media hype. Stories flash to the forefront, explode across the globe, then wither and vanish. The huge catastrophe, the scintillating scandal, the glorious gossip: all run the rage and disappear, leaving nothing but tears and quickly fading memories. Except, of course, for the lives ruined, families devastated and communities demolished. Sporting events and cataclysmic tragedies seem to garner similar space and time in network cyber worlds.

In our little corner of the more than virtual world, the latest hype is this winter storm. It’s being touted pretty much as the storm of the century. Admittedly, the current century is just now a decade old so it may seem a bit premature. The ice segment of the storm has already started with a freezing drizzle that is supposed to last all day but NOT produce the kind of ice accumulation we had three years ago. What is supposed to accumulate by storm’s end Wednesday is a foot or more of snow. That, by itself wouldn’t be such a big deal.

What is the bigger end of the whupping stick in this case is the forty-mile-an-hour wind and the low temperatures that will come with the snow. Or maybe it’s actually the other way around. Either way, we’re looking at wind chills in the neighborhood of minus thirty Wednesday. No, Dorothy, I’m not sure that we’re in Kansas anymore.

What I am sure of is that I am grateful for strong walls and electricity. If the latter fails, I’ll be even more grateful for natural gas and the heater in the basement that doesn’t rely on electricity. If the walls fail, then I will be grateful for the love and compassion of God’s good people.

It’s good to have a backup plan.

H. Arnett


About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Blair, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-five years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-one grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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