Just a little while ago, I heard a loud explosive sound that shook the windows. Not that I'm all familiar with the sound, but I have heard it before, many years ago. Back then, it was a propane explosion and it left a dearly beloved brother-in-blue burned so badly that he died two weeks later. So, when I heard the sound, my heart thumped painfully in my chest and I ran out the front door to see if there was perhaps a car accident on the street (something I've also heard too tooo many times). I didn't see anything, so I came back in. Then, it was like the whole fire department was pouring into the housing development one row of houses over. I looked to the sky for smoke. There was a little...I went to prayer. Prayed for anyone who was injured, and for the firemen that are rushing on such an icy day to help.
People don't often think to pray for the firemen and women... that's sad. They put their lives at risk every day...especially on days like this. Hence my memory of my fallen Brother-in-blue. It was a morning much like this, with blizzard-like conditions when he went to make his rounds, doing a routine security check on the town's water tower. As he opened the door and flipped on the light, the bottom of the tower exploded. He was thrown several yards, and 80% of his body had 3rd & 4th degree burns. Our whole town mourned his loss.
So the sound, this morning, sent my heart thumping and adrenaline rushing through my tired body. I posted a prayer request on the church page for such things, but saw that it was immediately taken down...replaced by a "Merry Christmas Everyone" message... tell me, will you, what kind of care that is??? We can pray for people to get "things" for Christmas, but we can't pray for the men and women in harm's way? Hypocrisy, if you ask me...Then, again, I've seen a lot of that at church the last few months... makes me wonder if church is really worth it anymore.
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