Tornadoes suck! Yes, I intended to use this unoriginal pun. That’s the way I feel as I look at the total devastation and learn of the dozen or so deaths caused by the F-5 tornado that struck Greensburg, Kansas this past weekend. May God help those whose lives have been forever changed by this act of nature.
It raises some serious questions like, considering all the vast open spaces of western Kansas, why did the tornado zero in on the tiny town of Greensburg? You have to figure that the odds of such a storm colliding with that little town in that wide open, rural area are very small. We’ll never know the answer, of course, but I’ll bet many of the God-fearing residents of the now flattened community are wondering the same thing.
Another question is why wasn’t I in Greensburg? I’m guessing the odds that I’d drive into town that day aren’t that much different than the odds that an F-5 tornado would show up. Or, I might ask, why wasn’t I born in Darfur where genocide and drought are leaving an unimaginable toll of human suffering? How was it decided that I would be born in free and prosperous America and would be completely out of harms way the day of the tornado?
Only God knows the answers to these questions, but I sure want to thank him for my good luck!
