Imagine yourself getting the call to evacuate. You, like myself, would probably get as much as you could pack into a couple of bags and head for a relatives house, thinking to return in a week or so. Except imagine that you have no nearby relatives, or no means of getting to them.It makes apologetics look a little stupid, doesn't it? I know something about Brad -- and I am CERTAIN he didn't make this fellow feel like a bum. But whatever this anonymous victim of the flood had, he should not have to trade dignity for a pillow for his daughter.
Here you are, plopped down with your wife and children in the midst of hundreds of strangers, sleeping on a concrete floor. Such a scene should arouse the compassions of the basest pagan in the world. How then ought the children of God react?
The indignity of it is pitiful. Last night, a man tried to pay us for a pillow for his daughter. They had been plucked off of a roof. We didn't want or need the money, and he knew it. But I could see clearly that he was trying desperately to hang on to the one thing he had left: some shred of pride and decency. No, I'm not talking about a works oriented, sinful pride. I'm talking about a man who did not wish to be viewed as a bum. I'm talking about a man who, after he had lost everything, still wanted to provide something for his family.
The link is at the top of the sidebar: use it to help the people on the ground as you think is best to help someone right now so that we are not forcing people to trade dignity for a pillow to sleep on or a bite of food.