Bottled water and ice? Check!
Granola bars and peanut butter? Check! Check!
Extra cash in case the ATMs go down? Ka-ching, check!
Flashlights and batteries? Oops. Hey, no one’s perfect….
I just returned home from my afternoon hunt-and-gather expedition for the recommended supplies to ride out that windbag Irene. I’m watching our governor tell television viewers to retreat from the shore communities and find refuge with a friend or family member. “Be ready,” he’s advising us. Even the state’s website to keep us abreast of the latest storm data and recommendations is “ready.nj.gov”.
“Are you ready?”, Gov. Christie asked.
It’s been quite a week here in central Jersey. First we endured that earthquake jolt on Tuesday (which, since I was sitting in my car at a red light when I began to bounce, I mistook for transmission problems), now we’re dreading the impending arrival of Irene, no one’s idea of a welcome late-summer party guest. Shall I stock up on the pesticide for an imminent locust infestation?!
“Are you ready?”, all the newscasters ask.
I sang at a funeral this morning for a man with a large, loving family. Though he had been ill for the last few months of his life, he continued to bring joy to all who knew him, and the family was deep in mourning. Father Paul reminded us that life is a journey back to the Father, we need live each day in communion with Him, and we never know quite when we will return.
“Are you ready?” Father Paul asked the congregation.
The eulogy made me stop and wonder: wouldn’t it be wonderful if we took as much care to ready our souls for life with God as we are taking to prepare our homes for this blustery storm? Priorities seem skewed sometimes; rather than frantically amassing bottled water and canned food, we might well consider turning our focus inward to where preparations really matter.
Are you ready???