Silent Sob

Silent snowflakes fall to earth,

Leaves float gently down.

A tear drops from a wrinkled cheek,

But no one hears a sound.

 

My heart is shattered, broken.

My thoughts are incoherent.

A sob, a scream well up within,

But no one else can hear it.

 

Death snatched away my dearest love.

In vain I call his name.

His voice, his touch have disappeared,

And nothing is the same.

Quo Vadis?

While staying at my daughter’s house post Hurricane Ian, I have done lots of knitting, but I thought it was a good time to do some reading too.  I pulled Quo Vadis off her bookshelf, knowing it was a classic and having some vague idea that it dealt with the Roman Empire.  I guess my clue was the title in Latin, which means “where are you going?”  I did not realize the extent to which it is a romance.

The story is set in the first century during the time of Nero, who is portrayed as a nasty and unstable tyrant.  Living in this era, is Marcus Vinitius a wealthy young member of the aristocracy.  While visiting another aristocratic family, he catches a glimpse of a beautiful young woman named Ligia.  She is a member of royalty in a European tribe, and has been brought to Rome as a captive, although not a slave.  She lives with the aristocratic family as a sort of foster child.  The mother in the family Pomponia is a follower of Christ, and Ligia becomes one also.

Initially Vinitius’ interest in Ligia is motivated totally by lust because of her beauty.  He scorns the Christians, as do many Roman citizens.  Over the course of the story, he gradually and with much struggle comes to realize the truth and value of the Christian faith and becomes a Christian himself.  This changes his entire attitude towards Ligia, and he comes to love her in a genuine way.

This is a long book and is heavy into both philosophy and theology.  Petronius, who is Vinitius’ uncle, is a man of culture and good taste.  He is educated and witty and unflappable.  He has no use for Christianity and steeps himself in pleasures.  He is a confidant of Nero.  His discussions with Vinitius about his changing attitudes and with Nero allow for much of the philosophical discussion in the book.  Later in the book both Peter and Paul are introduced.  Their interactions and the contrast between them and the very judgmental Crispus help to define the theology of the book.

As Nero descends into madness, Rome is burned either at his suggestion or direction.  Which is not clear.  But, it is decided to blame the Christians.   Ligia is caught up in the persecution, and Vinitius is desperate to find a way to save her.  Nero knows of his love for her and delights in taunting Vinitius and watching his agony.  The horrors of this time for Christians are described in gory detail, as Nero and his advisor Tigellinus think up increasingly terrifying ways to kill Christians.

Although she nearly dies in prison and does end up in the arena, Ligia is spared in a miraculous way.  Petronius is eventually forced to commit suicide with no indication that he ever comes to faith in Christ.

The theology presented in the book is in keeping with scripture.  The one bit that is uncomfortable to me is that it is a set-up for the papacy being centered in Rome and Rome being viewed as the capital of the church, just as Rome was viewed as the capital of the secular world.

The author of Quo Vadis, Henryk Sienkiewicz, is a masterful writer.  His descriptions put the reader in the setting surrounded with input from all of one’s senses.  His dialog as Petronius debates and discusses is very thought provoking.  One ponders:  What is beauty? What is art? What is truth?  What is to be most valued in life?  Is there life beyond this one?  Is flattery ever warranted?  What does real love look like? Should one meekly accept one’s fate or fight it?  And a host of other questions.

This was a book worth reading, even considering the difficulty presented by my current blurred and double vision.

My Plans vs God's Plans

A man’s heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.    Proverbs 16:9

 

I had planned to ride out the uncomfortable aftermath of Hurricane Ian in my apartment without water, power or air-conditioning.  My children did not agree with this plan and made some plans of their own to extract me.  I had no say in this.

Yesterday, my son called me concerned that I had felt “strong-armed.”  Well, yes…I was strong-armed, but that doesn’t mean that I was angry or resentful.  I have lived 77 years, and I have learned that we can and should make plans, but we need to realize that our plans may not always be realized.  I have learned that God uses circumstances and other people to alter our plans, and when that happens, we need to realize it may well be His way of directing us.

 

It was not my plan to marry a businessman.  I was figuring on a doctor, missionary or college professor.  But, I had nearly 54 wonderful years with a CEO who was a man of exceptional kindness and integrity.

I was not planning on a pregnancy in my forties.  We had three teenage daughters and thought we would soon have an “empty nest.”  But, I have an amazing son planned by God.

I had not planned to leave a church I had attended over 30 years.  The leaving was terribly painful, but I could write a book about the blessings that resulted from what appeared horrible at the time.

I had not planned to lose my husband May 16^th of this year.  I had planned we would continue to grow old together for at least another 10 years.  I can’t yet understand why this happened, and I don’t know what good will come of it, but God does.

I will continue to make plans, but I will continue to delight in God’s provision for me.  I may be disappointed when things don’t go my way.  I may be sad enough to cry every day, as has happened with the loss of my dear husband.  However, God’s plans are always better than mine.  I rest in His sovereignty.

 

Hurricane Ian Aftermath

I have been through blizzards, ice storms and a microburst, but this was my first major hurricane.  We had pretty much a direct hit of Ian’s category 4 force.   We were told that a storm surge covered the entire Island at Shell Point.  We could not see this from the shelter.

One of my first concerns was my car.  It is in a parking deck below our building.  My assigned spot is only a few feet from the Caloosahatchee River and only about 5 feet above the typical surface of the water.  It is clear that the garage was inundated with water as there is debris around all of the cars…and not just branches.  The garage is full of stones which washed in from around the plantings which are on the river side of the garage.  Gratefully, the car started.  It must be watertight, as there was no standing water in cup holders in the doors.  The interior seemed damp, but the kind of damp from humidity.  I opened the windows and left it running for about 15 minutes.  When the service garage here reopens, I will have it checked out.

After my first night back in my apartment ( without water or power), I went out for a walk around the Island.  There is debris everywhere.  There are two boats up in the mangroves to the north of the Island.  The osprey platforms are gone.  The orchid house is crushed.  Most of the gardens are washed away and the bins which are normally at the end of each garden are who-knows-where…just gone.  A boat lashed to its floating dock is up in a parking lot against a building.  Many places along the sidewalk, there are entire schools of small fish that were washed up and left behind when the water retreated. 

The palm trees are missing their tops, and some are snapped right off halfway up the trunk.  Many of the banyan trees are totally uprooted.  Most of the buildings are missing shingles…there are shingles littering the ground everywhere.  The siding on the mansard roof of the church is mostly missing.  Amazingly, most of the building have windows still intact.  My windows are fine, although one in Bill’s den/second bedroom must have leaked as the windowsill is dirty and looks like it was wet.

Shell Point is directly east of Sanibel Island.  We are on the right/north side of the road just before the causeway begins.  The media reports that 200 people did not evacuate Sanibel as directed.  Now the causeway is destroyed, so they are isolated.  Helicopters have been overhead going to and from Sanibel ever since the storm stopped.  There have been deaths and serious injuries and people just anxious to get off.

 

The above was written while I was still at Shell Point, but unable to post it because there was no internet available.  My kids were not happy with the notion of me being in a place with no power or water, so they arranged for me to leave.  The airport in Fort Myers is not yet open, so my son-in-law flew into Fort Lauderdale, rented a car and drove to Fort Myers to get me.  We then flew back to Jacksonville out of Fort Lauderdale.  The destruction was obvious even driving in the dark.  Debris had been pushed off the highway just as snow is plowed in the north.  My son-in-law said in daylight, he saw boats in the highway median as far as two miles from the coast.  We did not see any electricity, not even working traffic lights, for about 15 miles from Shell Point.  There were a few gas stations with lights, apparently from generators.

I am not sure how many units there are in our community of 2500 residents, but 200 of the units have been deemed unlivable.  I’m sure the administration is scrambling trying to figure out where these people are going to live.  Meantime, they are also sustaining those who have been able to return to their apartments by providing three meals a day.  Without power, no one has the ability to cook, and only non-refrigerated items can be kept safe for eating.  Sanitation is a big problem as there is limited water.  People on the first floor of my building do have some water, but there is not enough pressure for those on higher floors to get water.  It is, of course, not safe to drink…there is a boil-water advisory, but without power, no way to boil it.  We have all been drinking bottled water.

 

So…I am now safe with my daughter’s family in Fernandina Beach, but my heart is with my friends still in this terribly challenging situation.

Hurricane Ian and the Shelter

Hurricane Ian blew through as a Category 4.  The center of the eye was just north of us here at Shell Point, but the eye was large and we did experience the eye wall.  However, we were tucked away in a shelter which is normally a parking garage, but which amounts to a concrete bunker.  The metal windows are sealed and bolted into place and are pretty much watertight.  We did experience some water in the shelter because the water was coming in what is normally a drain hole.  Maintenance  stuffed it with towels and mopped up regularly.

There were hundreds of people in the shelter.  We were each given a recliner/zero gravity chair which we could sit and sleep in.   We were provided with lots of water and food….three meals a day and never ending snacks were available.  There was medical care available which was a good thing!  During our time there, a lady fell and broke her hip.  There was delay in getting her to a hospital because roads were not passable at that point.  The bathroom facilities were port-a-potties.  They were adequate, but got pretty stinky after 48 hours.  There were charging stations for our phones, but everyone wanted to use them.  The one in our area wasn’t working and folks in other areas didn’t appreciate us intruding.  Most people stayed pleasant and tried to be helpful.

I did lots of knitting, but also got up and walked the circuit of the place.  We were seated in specific areas with others from our building, but I ran into various friends from other buildings during my walks.  I was able to get acquainted with some folks from our building that I hadn’t run into much previously.  There were 3 couples we have been friendly with seated in the same row with me.  I spent lots of time talking to one friend in particular, who sat right next to me.  There was a 99 year-old lady in our row and everyone watched out for her.  She was very independent and didn’t like to accept help.  I learned last evening that she told someone that she had appreciated the help she received from a lady named Ruth.  I didn’t push myself on her, but twice when I saw her struggling with her chair, I had helped her to adjust it. 

The staff were unfailingly helpful and upbeat.  The first night when we were bussed to the shelter, we did not arrive until about 10:30.  The rain was already coming down in torrents.  As we stepped off the bus someone with an umbrella grabbed our evacuation bag and protected us with the umbrella until we were under cover.  We were escorted to our area, and there was no chaos or confusion.

Once the storm had passed out of the area, they unbolted and opened some of the metal windows.  Initially, everyone crowded around to view the damage.  It was hard to fathom that we had been so safe and secure while all of that devastation had occurred.

We were not allowed to leave until they had cleared enough debris to make the roads in the community passable.  They also checked safety issues in our buildings.  I left when we were told we could come back to our building if we were capable of walking there and climbing the stairs to our apartment.  I started off realizing it would not be easy.  Along came a lady in a car.  “ Would you like a ride?” she called to me.  She was headed for the building right next to mine.  I was grateful.  I had to rest on each landing because of the heavy evacuation bag, blanket and pillow I was carrying, but I made it up to my apartment on the fourth floor.

As I write this, I have been back in my apartment about 36 hours.  There is no water or power.  That means no AC, but I have opened windows and thankfully the temperature is going down into the 60s overnight.  I have 2 toilets and figure I can get one flush out of each so I’m flushing once a day.  I do have jugs of water for washing and a whole case of bottled water for drinking.  I expect to lose everything in the refrigerator, but there isn’t a lot there since I just arrived back here 2 weeks before the storm hit, and I confess to not much appetite since Bill’s death.

I will write another post to describe the damage I’ve seen.

Ebenezer

Why do we put a headstone on a grave?

We want our loved one memorialized.

Here lies my beloved.

The permanency of stone means we can’t forget.

No one who sees it can forget.

 

And to raise an Ebenezer? What is the meaning?

Unlike the headstone, it is not a stone of loss,

But, a “stone of help.”

A permanent reminder of God’s grace,

Of His help in time of distress.

 

 I have placed a literal stone for my beloved.

May it be a symbol of a “stone of help.”

An Ebenezer.

A permanent reminder of God’s grace,

As I cry out for help in my time of need.

Tears of Gratitude

Since Bill’s passing almost 3 months ago, I have shed many tears in grief and a few in loneliness, but also some in gratitude.  I recognize ways in which God has provided for my needs for comfort and support.  I have been grateful for the reminders of Bill’s great kindness as I have read notes on sympathy cards describing ways in which he touched the lives of other people.  This morning, I shed some tears of gratitude as I thought about the ways in which God is using Bill’s death as friends and family try to honor both Bill and God Himself through their actions in Bill’s memory.

I am sure I don’t know about everything that has been done, but here are some things I do know.  Delta Lake Bible Conference Center has received at least one donation in Bill’s memory.  Three individuals have made donations to the Gideons for Bibles to be placed in Bill’s memory.  There have been about 10 donations to the Northern New York Community Foundation to honor Bill.  Chapin Living Waters has so far received about 40 donations totaling over $11,000 for Bucket Kits.  These kits allow subsistence farmers in developing nations to grow crops even during dry seasons, so that they can feed their families, and sometimes have enough to sell.  There are places where these kits make the difference between eating and not eating.  The funds donated are going to be used in cooperation with Healing Hands for a project in Africa…most likely in Zimbabwe, although details are still being worked out.

Additionally, 45 kits were recently hand delivered to Tanzania as the Lord used several people to accomplish this.  Chapin Living Waters received an email from a man in Tanzania inquiring about the kits.  A man who had become aware of the need while on a safari in Tanzania was willing to pay for the kits.  A runner friend of Bill’s who had driven several hours to attend Bill’s Memorial Service mentioned to the CLW office manager that he was going to Tanzania.  She asked if he would be willing to take kits.  Since CLW is in northern New York and the man is from the Finger Lakes region, a volunteer drove to Syracuse, NY, to meet him with the 45 kits.  He packed these into 3 suitcases and took them to Tanzania, where he delivered them to the man who had made the inquiry.  As I thought about this and the ways in which God orchestrates our lives, I shed some tears of gratitude.

I did not want to lose Bill, but I have a strong sense of God’s hand in our parting, I know he arranged our meeting 56 years ago.  I have to believe he also arranged our parting, and that it is being used for God’s glory and to accomplish His purposes.

Psalm 56:8…You have collected all my tears in your bottle.  You have recorded each one in your book.