Where is the hope?

In China and in Myanmar over the last week and a half, 74000 people have died in one storm and one earthquake. Additionally, 18,000 are buried in rubble, and over a million are not accounted for. How sad. How tragic.

One town in China was buried as mountains on either side of the town collapsed on it. Nothing left. Well, no ones knows what is left, it is all now under the mountains. Makes it seem that the things we spend our weekends racing through are small. We can't stop a mountain falling on us...or a wind blowing things down on us.

It does point to that question we might all have, what is our real purpose? Is what we are doing making a real difference?

This has always been the problem...trying to figure out our meaning. In ancient times it was often expressed in choices of gods...

"But if serving the LORD seems undesirable to you, then choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve, whether the gods your forefathers served beyond the River, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land you are living. But as for me and my household, we will serve the LORD." (from the Book of Joshua)

The ancient prophet Joshua faced the same choice as we do today. I don't like mountains that much. So, as for me and my household, we will serve the LORD.