When people ask me why I didn’t move to Los Angeles, the answer is simple… earthquakes.
And while I’m still technically perched on the ring of fire, it’s just something about LA – the city seems more overdue for a quake and more vulnerable than other parts of the West Coast… even if it’s technically not.
I remember the first time I was in an earthquake.
The bed began to sway during the middle of REM, and I incorporated the movement into my dreams. I woke just enough to wonder who was shaking the bed, but I was too sleepy to assume that it was anything other than my husband. When I awoke the next morning, I learned that there was a mild earthquake during the night.
The problem with living in an earthquake zone is that there is no sure foundation. Nothing is anchored because everything reacts to plate tectonics. It is the uncertainty of knowing when a quake will happen coupled with the certainty of knowing that it will eventually happen that makes me feel a little helpless.
Do we not live in a society where many Christians feel helpless? A society where the culture is shaken by lust, greed, and hatred – the moral foundations are crumbling beneath us. What can the righteous do if the foundations are destroyed?
There is only one thing to do… pray.
Pray that God will repair the breach and build up the church. Pray that God continues to be your Rock so that even in the midst of a crumbling world, you can stand firm, knowing that you haven’t built your spiritual life on sand.