48 Hours - The Fall of Man

I've been thinking about the Hurricane disaster way too much. A lot of it has to do with me volunteering down at Reliant Park 4-5 times I week. I'm going to have to step back for a second because it's overwhelming.

Anyway, one of the new things I pondered recently was the time it took for the system to fail the people. When I say system I don't mean the police or whatever forces were in place to physically protect, even though it obviously couldn't. I'm talking more about the breakdown of the flesh. The old sin nature was in full force and control.

Within 48 hours of slight discomfort, people were raping kids, killing fighting left and right. Why are some of us so under developed that we can't handle even a little stress? Yes, the storm was predicted to be catastrophic. Yes, no one knew if death was at hand, but who does. There were people that left their houses the day before and died. If it was your turn then accept it. There was no need to tear people down and kill and hurt and whatever else happened in New Orleans.

48 hours, y'all. It just took 48 hours for the people to fall... to fail. There was no hope, no sense, no Jesus.

If you don't learn anything else about this disaster KNOW this... a lot of those killers/ rapists have no Jesus.

But, of course, there is always a silver lining. No matter how terrible this experience was, there were more than a few (maybe even a multitude) that did know Jesus. The survivors of Hurricane Katrina owe their lives to these spiritually mature believers.

The prayers of the righteous availeth much...