It’s been two years since Shelley started tugging at our lapels, urging us to tune in to the fact that the storm headed for New Orleans was big, potentially catastrophic, and I worried and prayed about my former students in New Orleans and environs. At the time, it didn’t fully occur to me how close Long Beach was to New Orleans (sounds like it’s way off in Florida or California, right?).
Yesterday, it all hit David Knight, hard. He’s a tough guy — he had weathered a lot before he came to seminary, and heaven knows he’s been through a lot since — but Katrina didn’t stop affecting people when the eye of the hurricane broke up. It’s not “two years ago” if you’re still living in the middle of it.