All around Mississippi this morning, our scars are burning. Scars on our bodies, our landscape and our hearts. We watch the devastating scenes from Oklahoma and we pray. We see parents living our worst nightmares — children found dead buried in the rubble of their schools. We mourn as a community is wiped out and its citizens are left with nothing but their lives. We watch the aftermath of the brutal winds and we see the outpouring of good from total strangers. And it’s all too familiar. In Yazoo City, Ackerman, Smithville, Tupelo, Clinton, South Jackson, the Mississippi Gulf Coast and other places ravaged by Mother Nature’s winds, we feel empathy. And pain.
Tornadoes are a fact of life in Oklahoma and Mississippi. But this one, well this one was different. It was like the tornado that wiped out Smithville — It was God’s eraser. Even the more hardened weather observers are left breathless by its total destruction. And the rest of us are left unnerved.
Bless the people of Moore, Oklahoma. There but for the Grace of God go us.
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