I am sitting at the kitchen table as I look through the window at the brilliant sunshine. The grass is turning green, some trees are blossoming. It’s hard to believe that just over a month ago I would have been sitting here shivering because we had no electricity, looking through the window at snow and ice, and hoping none of our pipes had frozen. More than eighty people died during that freak-weather induced blackout; certainly, too many to allow media darlings to mock Texas. We’d seen bad weather in Ohio, but not like this. In Ohio we were prepared (on both the community and personal level). Ohio’s Franklin County has a fleet of snowplows; here our county has none. When we had no electricity in Ohio, we could slip away to any mall that was open or to the library to warm-up and recharge electronics; here the roads were covered with ice and many places like the malls and libraries were also dark. (Of course, the pandemic would have kept us home.)
As bad as it was it could have been worse. We were able to drive the car a little way out of the garage to charge cell phones. We could drink the water, though not all of our neighbors could (some had no water at all). We had food. We had a stock of tuna and peanut butter. Had the blackout lasted much longer we might have tried mixing them, but it never came to that. Our son and friends in Ohio checked on us. Neighbors here checked on one another. Our power went out on Monday morning, it came back Thursday noon. Others were still without power two weeks later.
On Friday, my EMT neighbor and I shoveled snow off the driveway. On Saturday, our son, daughter-in-law, and Grandson showed up to help shovel snow off the deck and elsewhere. In recent days we’ve turned off the furnace, taken pleasant walks, planted flowers to replace those killed by the cold, and even cut the grass. It gives me hope that whatever “normal” may mean after the pandemic won’t be too unfamiliar.
A Christian theologian, I believe God cares for us and uses “agents” to help mediate his grace. Maybe those agents include a wife who suggested we buy a dozen cans of tuna just a couple weeks before the storm. Maybe God is responsible for the whim that prompted me to say we should get some peanut butter, though I can go weeks without eating it. Maybe those agents include the folks who called, texted, or just showed up.
Oh yes, Krissy our dog has apparently forgiven us for making her cold. Though, I’m not sure our neighbor’s cats have forgiven them.
