cleaning up the wreckage with none of the answers


I arrived in Oklahoma City in mid July, with a backpack and two checked bags—one with clothes and shampoo and the other with oddly shaped expectations and emotions too heavy for my carry-on.

I didn’t know what I was walking into, and that made me nervous. I’d be co-leading two disaster relief teams that would be working on houses and farms ravaged by the F5 tornado that passed through central Oklahoma in late May, and I didn’t know the first thing about tornado drills or drywall. Maybe I could find that on Google. But could Google tell someone what to say when meeting a community of people in the heart of devastation, grieving the loss of their friends, their children, their livelihood, their city?

I was guessing not.

Words are a comfortable place for me. I like being able to give information. I like being able to say the right thing. So often healing comes in words. But what about when you have no solutions to offer? What happens then?

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