May 22, 2012
Dear Ozark Family,
Each one will be different. Today, on the one-year
anniversary of the Joplin tornado, each person will mark the day
differently. Some will join the city’s Walk of Unity, following the
tornado’s path. Some will return to the place where they took shelter,
reliving the terrifying moments. Others will visit a grave, remembering a
loved one lost in the storm. A few will simply distract themselves,
seeking to forget.
The
tornado’s destruction was tragic, and today we at Ozark remember those we
lost—a student, a former professor, an employee, beloved friends. But
over the last year, God has been true to His promise that “all things work
together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose” (Rom
8:28). So I will also mark this day by counting God’s blessings that I
personally experienced:
- I saw God save my family. In a
life-threatening situation, as we unknowingly drove right into the
tornado’s edge, God blocked our path with a falling tree and provided a
kind older couple nearby to take us into their basement. I praise
God for walking with us through “the valley of the shadow of death.”
- I saw God protect the Ozark
family. As I walked through the rubble of OCC employees Bill and
Glenda McCarty’s house, the only room left standing was the closet where
they took shelter. So many of our college family survived the full
brunt of the storm that it can only be called miraculous.
- I saw God pour donations
into the college.
As we immediately opened our campus to the Red Cross and thousands of
other volunteers, the administrator in me wondered how we would cover the
extra expenses—especially given our own financially tight times as a college.
But God’s people generously sent thousands of dollars our way, and every
one of our extra expenses was covered.
- I saw God bring
volunteers into our city. Last summer I would often walk through the
Multi-Purpose Building talking with folks who had given up vacation,
family time, work time to come help our city. I drove through our
campus parking lots, counting states on the license plates—God literally
sent people from all over the country to help us rebuild.
- I saw God teach my
children about the Church. My kids got to see the Church at its best.
In the days after the tornado, my 17-year-old son Luke went out every day
with chainsaw and gloves to work alongside church volunteers, as they
lived out the gospel. In a 4-H speech three weeks after the tornado,
he said, “The last three weeks have been the worst three weeks of my life
and the best three weeks of my life.” Luke had seen both the
tornado’s terrible destruction and the Church’s incredible response.
- I saw God tear down
denominational walls.
We have lived one of the mottoes of our Restoration Movement heritage: “We
are Christians only, but not the only Christians.” As St. Paul’s
United Methodist Church and Faith Full Gospel Church met on our campus,
we’ve seen what the rest of Joplin saw—churches with different names over
the door working together in the name of Christ.
- I saw God raise up
unexpected leaders.
I love watching good leaders in action, and in the wake of the tornado, I
saw great leadership come from unexpected places. Who would have
guessed that a skateboard park and youth hangout would become a central
nerve center in both the local and federal disaster response? But
Dan Mitchell and Nick Parsons led their team at The Bridge to become
exactly that. It was a joy to behold.
- I saw God introduce
people to the work of OCC. Thousands of people who knew little or nothing
about the ministry of Ozark Christian College are now suddenly aware that
God is at work training Christian leaders on a small college campus on the
north edge of Joplin, and we’ve received so many notes and gifts thanking
us for what we’re doing.
- I saw God deepen
friendships.
We had two displaced families live with us during the summer after the
tornado—the Kesslers and the Ratliffs (with their 9 kids!). It was
an incredible blessing to my family and a joy that my kids will always
treasure. We were already friends, but after walking together
through a crisis, after sharing food and tears and laughter and a home,
now we’re all family.
- I saw God cultivate
gratitude.
It’s amazing what suddenly loses significance in the aftermath of a
tragedy. What once seemed so essential—the latest gadgets, the
coolest clothes—quickly becomes irrelevant. What once seemed like
great hardships—the minor inconveniences of daily life—now assume their
proper size, and we realize what is truly important. If we have our
family and our health and food on the table, we are thankful.
I could go on with other blessings, but let me close with a
story: We spent New Year’s Eve with our friends, the Ratliffs. They
were back in their own house, though still unfinished. (No stove
installed yet—they were cooking for 9 kids on a hot plate!) But that
evening, Tim Ratliff said something I’ll never forget. He was reflecting
on the blessings that had come their way after May 22 of last year, and this
father—who had been through so much—remarked, “The tornado was the best thing
that ever happened to this family.”
In that moment, I was reminded of a song by Laura
Story: “What if Your blessings come through raindrops? What if
Your healing comes through tears? What if a thousand sleepless nights are
what it takes to know You’re near? And what if trials of this life
are Your mercies in disguise?” In the midst of pain, it can be hard
to see God’s gifts, but somewhere, in that moment last New Year’s Eve, God
heard Tim Ratliff’s words and smiled. So today, I will practice 1
Thessalonians 5:18, and I will mark this one-year anniversary by simply telling
God: thanks.