The day began routinely enough, but it would not remain so. By mid-morning I was settled in Biology Class, having made my usual morning meander by bus from the East side of the city to the school located on the city's North side. It was my daily routine for four years.
There was nothing routine about this particular day.
From somewhere deep in the bowels of the earth came the most hideous sound that morning. It was startling in it's grotesqueness; a noise heretofore unknown to me and the plaid-clad girls sitting alongside me.
With wide-eyed perplexity, we felt the earth heaving beneath our feet. Simultaneously the school alarm sounded. With surprising calm, we made our way down the hallway that would lead us out of the building; away from falling debris and shattering windows. As we made our way, I thought to myself how odd that the hallway itself seemed to inhale & exhale. Locker doors sprung open, as if they'd been shaken to erupt like a pop can.
The earthquake that day registered a mere 6.5 on the Richter Scale, but I will never forget it or the eeriness of it. It's heaving & pitching, and the sense that nothing underfoot was stable gave new meaning to the word fear.
When all was again quiet - - and oh how quiet it became - - the school had suffered little damage. We girls were shaken and distraught, afraid of the aftershocks we were told MIGHT follow. Everyone was sent home, and until my mother drew me into her arms my very soul continued to quake all throughout my home-bound journey.
It would mark the first, though not the last of my encounters with nature's fury. Some years later, in May of 1980, Mount St. Helen's would erupt; and with it yet another volley of nature's scorn.
Today my heart aches for the peoples of Haiti, and now Chile. Within weeks, each of these populated regions have suffered nature's wrath. Old and young alike are living with that quaking of soul brought about by so devastating an event.
Nature is more-and-more intentional with it's groanings, longing for it's redemption. Some days I know exactly how it feels.
eagerly waits for the revealing of the sons of God.
For the creation was subjected to futility,
but because of Him who subjected it in hope;
because the creation itself also
will be delivered from the bondage of corruption
into the glorious liberty of the children of God.
For we know that the whole
creation groans and labors with birth pangs
together until now.