The News Cycle Has Passed Me By...

   Well, the news cycle is a fickle thing..

   First it was Charlottesville and the Confederate Statue thing

   Then it was Harvey and Houston and water

   Next was Irma and Florida and destruction

   Then came Maria and Puerto Rico

   And currently it is NFL and President Trump and The National Anthem

   Each was important, in a way, but dropped out of the headlines once the next big thing came along.

   But here I am this morning thinking about CSA monuments in Brunswick, GA, and I guess that makes me a little behind.

   Maybe it is the fact that this is South Georgia, and we do move a tad slower..

   We were over in Brunswick the other morning and decided that we should look around in the historic district. It had been several weeks since the eruption of the Charlottesville doings, and I had wanted to see if any CSA monuments were standing on our public property. We had visited the old courthouse on our GA courthouse tour, but I could not recall any statuary over there.

   Maybe there could be some in one of the several public squares scattered through Old Town in the historic section of early Brunswick.

 

   Sure enough, the first square we spotted, Hanover Square, was home to this memorial, no specific soldier or general, but a depiction of the common soldier of the CSA.

   On the base of the memorial were these words on the four side panels:

        "CONFEDERATE STATES of AMERICA

1861 to 1865

Lord God of hosts be with us yet, lest we forget. Lest We Forget"

" ... the sacred dust of warriors tried and true, who bore the flag of our nations trust; and fell in the cause, though lost, still just; and died for you and me.

In honor of Confederate soldiers who died to repel unconstitutional invasion and to protect the rights reserved to the people, to perpetuate forever the sovereignty of the states"

"Erected April 26, 1902

A tribute of love from the

Ladies Memorial Association of Brunswick Georgia

to the heroes of the Confederacy

1861-1865

I take it that this monument was not erected with public money, but by an association wanting to honor the war dead of that conflict on the Confederate side. Perhaps this might be allowed to stand undeterred as a monument to an historical event, just as those honoring the war dead of WWI or WWII or Vietnam or Korea, but we shall see.

But perhaps I am not so far behind on news since the Brunswick News top headline on page one of today's paper reads:

"Bill could put Confederate Monuments on the move"

Who knows?

Helpers In Tasting

   I bought some cereal the other day. It was BOGO (buy one get one), so I could not pass it up even though I had not seen it before.

   As I poured some into my bowl this morning, I took a close look at what the dialog said on the box. There on the front was a big wheat biscuit with a small side note right next to the right bottom edge. As it pointed to the cereal biscuit it stated: "Enlarged to Show Taste".

   That caught my attention..

   How in the world can you enlarge a picture of a cereal biscuit to show how it tastes?

   Is it a relative of those old scratch and sniff deals from way back, with a new twist?

   The enlarged picture did not help me, I had to put some in a bowl with milk to find out about taste.

   A Bible verse from Psalms came to mind when talking of tasting:

Psalm 34:8

"Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in him."

   Later, as we watched our church service on the live stream, it came to me how a picture could relate to tasting. As the pastor talked about the many people who had helped others in some way during the hurricane, I thought of our friends down the landing.

   When these neighbors appeared at our door with food during Irma, they were being the hands and feet of Christ to us.

   When we see the containers of food and the coffee in their hands, we can still experience the taste contained in those.

   We can also "taste" the goodness of God as he meets our needs through His helpers

   But I still don't know about tasting Organic Autumn Wheat from a picture on a box. That too could be a blessing, maybe.

IRMA Comes and Goes..

   Irma was on our radar for several days as we pondered what to do about evacuation. It was mandatory for our Island, but then the storm begun to waver to the west, away from our coast.

   Saturday, we decided to go to Charlotte, but then got to Savannah, got a further western movement for Irma and turned around and came home, deciding to look at it Sunday.

   Sunday found us still here and deciding to ride it out in our condo. We were not alone, 4 other couples stayed also.

   Then Monday, Irma arrived. The first hint was waking up at 3:30AM, and all was well, then again at 5:30, and there was no power.

   The rains were heavy that day, coming in sheets across the marsh. The winds were clocked at gusts to 65mph, with sustained winds at 45mph. Some rain came into our back porch, but the winds were blocked somewhat by the configuration of our two condo buildings, and we did not feel it in its fury at all.

   Our most significant event was the storm surge. I'm not sure of the actual surge, but it was predicted to be 4 to 6 feet. We are at least a mile from the open ocean and were surprised when we began getting water into our driveway and ultimately in the garage on the lowest level.

   All of our water was coming out of the marsh to our west.



  It covered the roadways on the east side.

   It covered the pool and spa on the west side, as well as all the grassy area.

   It went into the storage cages in the garage and soaked anything that was on the concrete floor, rising maybe 8 inches or so.

   It filled the elevator well, and is still there today.

   As we found later, Irma played havoc with the beach area, completely taking out the center span of a pathway to a sandbar and depositing that section up near the parking area, probably 6 feet above the level of the ocean at high tide.

   Trees were down around our area and all about the island, closing roads and taking down power lines all over.

   When Tuesday rolled around, I found on a quick bike ride, that the wood storks had a new place to frolic, just north of our condos. What had been a medium sized lake, was now much larger with the influx of the surge.

   We were without power from about 4AM Monday to 4PM on Thursday, but we had food, and the temperatures were not bad at all, inside or out. Our water stayed on, and we just acted like our ancestors, going to bed when it got dark and rising up when it got light.

   Wednesday, we looked out on a gorgeous sunset, an omen of a better tomorrow.

   As I sat on the back porch, after Mayre Lou had gone to bed on Thursday night, I thought of all that had transpired over the 4 days of Irma, and was very thankful for the view of the pool area with lights on. Those lights seemed to say, "All will be well."

   But the overriding emotion of the storm period was not fear, but gratitude.

   Gratitude for a strong building, for temperatures that cooperated, and for the fact that we had water and sewage, but most of all, it was gratitude for people.

   One neighbor brought Mayre coffee each morning that surely helped her survive the ordeal. Neighbors brought food and more food. People kept us up to date with the latest advisories that they received from outside and furnished hints on better living. In short we were blessed.

   We were uncomfortable, but not fearful.

   There was a better tomorrow to look forward to, and we did, and it did.

   We prayed for help when the storm came, and we thanked God for that help when it abated.

   He is faithful, and we were glad we believed that going in, and coming out.

   Amen