Even with all our technology and the inventions that make modern life so
much easier than it once was, it takes just one big natural disaster to
wipe all that away and remind us that, here on Earth, we're still at the
mercy of nature.
– Neil deGrasse Tyson
"Be a Man!" Said I, "You are scared out of your wits! What good is
religion if it collapses under calamity? Think of what earthquakes and
floods, wars and volcanoes, have done before to men! Did you think God had
exempted Weybridge? He is not an insurance agent."
– H. G. Wells, The War of the Worlds
But soon a fierce storm came up. High waves were breaking into the boat,
and it began to fill with water. Jesus was sleeping at the back of the
boat with his head on a cushion. The disciples woke him up, shouting,
"Teacher, don’t you care that
– The Gospel of Mark
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One more time.
But soon a fierce storm came up. High waves were breaking into the boat, and it began to fill with water.
Jesus was sleeping at the back of the boat with his head on a cushion. The disciples woke him up, shouting, "Teacher, don’t you care that we’re going to drown?"
When Jesus woke up, he rebuked the wind and said to the waves, “Silence! Be still!” Suddenly the wind stopped, and there was a great calm. Then he asked them, “Why are you afraid? Do you still have no faith?"
The disciples were absolutely terrified. "
The disciples were absolutely terrified. "Who is this man?" they asked each other. "Even the wind and waves obey him!"
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Richard Schneider — design, programming, and brutal cuts to writing
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Scripture quotations are taken from the Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright ©1996, 2004, 2007 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers, Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.
The lights flicker as you sit on a
As you press the power switch, the reporter’s voice is cut off mid-sentence. There is a loud pop and then a hum as the television shuts down.
You step onto the porch. The
Behind you, the
The door creaks as you twist the metal handle. It has been a long time
since you oiled the hinges. You quickly run down the steps. A collection of
water bottles are gathered in one corner, covered in grime. You glance back
up at the stairs as a sliver of gray sky pokes around the seams. Sighing,
you realize the
Hurrying back up the stairs, you grab the handle and attempt to force the door shut. It resists you as powerful gusts beat against the frame.
Pressure builds inside the room. Frightened, you flee to the nearby
closet for extra protection and duck down on your knees. There is a
terrible wrenching sound as the winds tear at your home. Wood cracks and
splinters, flying through the air around you. One of the walls of the
closet collapses. You try to scoot away and use a jacket as a shield, but
plaster hits you on the head. As your eyes slowly close, you see the
tornado nearing your hiding place. Then, everything
The wind has grown terrible in the time you’ve spent outside. It is
difficult to move around. Looking up, you notice a funnel cloud spinning
quickly behind the tree grove. You turn to find protection, but the tornado
is moving too quickly. You stumble, loose your footing, and realize you are
no longer on the ground. Trying to breathe, you are flung through the air
in speeds you have never experienced before. The force hurts. Darkness
creeps across your vision as you are carried
Wind forces the shelter door open before you can yank it shut. Debris
flies through the air, forcing you back against the metal wall. There is an
awful ripping sound all around you. As you look up at the entrance, a tree
strikes the storm shelter and causes the walls around the door to buckle.
The wind whips around the tree, shifting it. A branch suddenly juts into
the room as the tree is shifted by the tornado. The limb strikes you in the
stomach. You topple backwards and touch your stomach. When you remove your
hand it is covered in scarlet. Your surroundings begin to fade away as your
Seeking extra protection, you hurry to the closet. You hide in the darkness for a few excruciating minutes. Suddenly, the closet door opens. A complete stranger stands there and looks at you.
"Follow me," the man tells you.
Surprised and shocked, your jaw drops open as he takes your hand and leads you outside. The intense winds rip at your clothing as the tornado gets closer to your house. You are about to shout over the cyclone when the man holds up both of his hands. The whirlwind suddenly dissipates and, instead, a gentle breeze caresses your face.
You hear a repetitive wooden creak. Turning, you notice a man sitting in the rocking chair on the porch. He calmly watches the tornado as it rushes toward where you stand. You are about to tell him that you both need to get to safety, when he turns and looks at you. Immediately, you close your mouth and stare at him, startled by the serene assurance and power in his eyes.
"All will be well," he simply says. He points at the tornado.
Turning, you look across the lawn just as the cyclone spirals above the tree grove. The winds spread out and fade away. Everything becomes tranquil. Amazed, you look back at the man as he continues to glide back and forth in the rocking chair.
You try to close the storm shelter door, but it refuses to budge in the heavy gusts. Retreating farther back, you are surprised when a shadow appears in the doorway. Shielding your eyes, you look up and see a stranger standing there. There is a sickening ripping sound as something is torn out of the ground. As you watch, the man raises his arms and he catches the trunk of a full-grown tree. He gingerly sets it down.
"Come out," he tells you.
Obeying his words, you climb the storm shelter steps and go outside. The tornado is gone and the sun now shines brightly.
The storm arises suddenly as a wave crashes over the bow of the ship.
Salt water splashes off the railing and hits you as you stand near the
You clutch the railing as you go down into the salon. On the port side
is the kitchen. A bottle rolls around on the granite counter. On the other
side of the salon a vibrant yellow catches your eye. It is your
You stare up at the sky as a wave surges in front of the bow. The sky
has never seemed farther away than it is now in the trough. Rain pounds
your face as you cling to the wheel and prepare to climb another wave. The
crest is too far away. As the boat begins to flip backward, the boom
crashes to one side. It knocks your shoulder, sending you flying over the
railing. You plunge into the water. The salt stings your eyes as you see
the boat rudder leave the water near your head. The boat flips and drifts
away from you as the ocean sweeps you down the breaking wave. Sea water
fills your lungs. It is vile and you want to spit it out, but you know that
will only hasten the inevitable. Your limbs begin to feel cold as you are
tossed below the water. The surface is far away. You reach for it as the
air in your lungs burns and then
Pitched from side to side, you attempt to move through the cabin. A large
wave hits the starboard side. The boat rolls and you are knocked against
the wall. An awful shattering sound rends the air. Bracing yourself against
the salon table, you look around. The front of the boat is splintered and a
jagged cliff face juts into the cabin. Another wave strikes the boat and
you are flung against the rock. You hit your head and something warm and
sticky oozes down over your ear. Water begins filling the cabin as the
walls begin to split. You fall through the floor and the sea repeatedly
beats you against the sharp rocks beneath
As a wave rises high over the boat, you brace yourself for the impact. Rain lashes at your face and you shudder from the bone-chilling cold. Your fingers have become numb as you cling to the railing. Gritting your teeth, you look up in time to see a stranger come from below deck. He studies you for a moment as you stare with wide eyes at him.
A compassionate smile lights up his features as he asks you, "Have you so little faith?"
Unable to respond to his question, you merely gawk at him as he walks unperturbedly toward the front of the boat. He raises his arms and the violent gales cease. The waters grow calm and you can see the string of islands you were sailing around. The man turns around and gazes into your eyes.
Water rolls across the floor as you try to move about the salon. Slipping, you catch the table and notice a stranger sleeping tranquilly on the table bench. You reach out and shake his shoulder. He awakes, feels the tumultuous seas shake the boat, notices the panicked look in your eyes, and rises. Taking your hand, he leads you above deck.
"Be still," he commands the boisterous gales and lashing waves.
To your utter amazement, the storm immediately halts. The day returns to the peaceful state it was in before the tempest struck. Your heart beats faster as you look at the man.
You awake in the morning, snug and content in your obsidian and emerald
You begin to feel dizzy as you look around the campsite. The air buckles
and dances like a mirage. It feels like you are standing in a furnace.
Something black and gray drifts across your vision as you collapse to your
knees. Slowly, you realize it is ash flying through the smoke-filled air.
Your lungs start to constrict. Coughing, you beat the ground with your
curled fists. Looking up one last time, you see orange tongues lick the
forest around your campsite. Your vision becomes hazy. Then, your eyes
A tree splits as you look up. The entire forest behind your tent is
engulfed in flames. Quickly, you hit the gas. The jeep leaps forward. You
are jostled about as you floor the pedal, knuckles ashen as you cling to
the steering wheel. Fire quickly jumps from tree to tree around your jeep.
A flame reaches forward and consumes the back of your vehicle. The sounds
of an awful explosion reach your mind as fire races down the inside of your
vehicle. A piece of sharp shrapnel slices the side of your neck just before
the heat forces its way out of your windshield. The entire jeep ruptures
The entire forest is alight around your campsite. You turn from side to side, frantically searching for a way out as smoke drifts over everything. Coughing, you cover your mouth. Your eyes itch and become watery. Giving the woods one final scan, you see a figure standing between the trees, surrounded by the flames.
"Come to me," he says, beckoning to you with his arm.
You hesitate as you notice the flames around him, but then cough and wheeze again. Running, you leap over the wildfire and join the stranger. As you stand beside him, you notice the forest is no longer ablaze. Instead, your heart begins to burn as you gaze at the man.
As you drive quickly through the blazing forest, you glance in your rearview mirror. The fire is quickly catching up to your jeep despite the rapid pace. After a moment, you also realize you see something else behind you. A stranger sits in the backseat and watches you. Your mouth goes dry as you try to think of a reason to reassure your unknown passenger that everything will be fine, but nothing comes to mind.
"Trust me to drive," the man suddenly tells you.
Assured by his calm tone, you brake the jeep and let him have the driver’s seat. As the jeep sets off again, you realize he is driving patiently through the woods. The fire soon surrounds the vehicle and heats the air like a furnace. Flames spit and hiss, but they do not touch the jeep. You arrive safely at the base of the mountain and look with wonder at the driver.
It has been a long morning in the office. After rubbing your eyes, you
lean back in your chair and stare at your
You step into the hallway. A string of
Stepping through the
Taking a seat on the
A large tremor ripples through the entire office. Shaken and jarred, you
notice the outer wall begin to buckle and the glass breaks. You hurry down
the hallway, avoiding the falling shards. A crack appears in front of you.
The carpet makes a sickening scream as the concrete below it pushes up
through the tough fibers. Skidding to a halt, you are thrown forward.
Filing cabinets line the nearby wall. One tips as the uneven floor shatters
beneath it. You have just enough time to put your hands up to guard your
head before the heavy metal case crashes against you. Now pinned to the
floor, you realize your arm is broken. Pain grips your mind. Looking
around, you notice a jagged aperture travel up the wall and across the
ceiling. The roof begins
To your horror, the ground around you rises and falls like ocean waves.
Letting out a terrible sigh, the ground suddenly bursts. Backing away, you
duck behind the trees surrounding the bench. Dust covers you. Spitting, you
try to get the sediment out of your mouth as you rub your eyes and smear
more dirt into your skin. Something rumbles nearby. Looking up, you see the
hill by your office building roll forward. Trees, buildings, and anything
in its path are demolished and carried with it. Turning, you start running
as quickly as you can, but the earth soon casts a shadow over your form.
The landslide rushes toward you. Sunlight disappears as black, brown, and
gray soil drops
A shockwave ripples through the office. You collide with the wall, but manage to stay upright. The glass wall shatters as another tremor strikes the building. Managing to avoid the falling glass, you scamper down the hallway. The floor suddenly buckles, tossing you to the ground. You look up as a heavy filing cabinet tips forward. You throw your arms up to protect your face from the inevitable impact, but nothing happens. You look up. A stranger has his back against the cabinet, preventing it from falling on you.
"I will protect you," the stranger tells you.
The man gives you a warm, inviting smile and extends his hand to you. You gape at the outstretched hand while your heart thunders in your chest.
The land ruptures and convulses as you stumble behind the bench. Coughing and gasping in the dusty air, you finally see the trees and duck behind them for protection. Something that sounds like an avalanche rends the air. Frantically, you look around and see that the nearby hill is rolling forward. You begin sprinting, but the crusty mound is faster than you. Soon, a shadow passes over your head. You trip and are sent sprawling on the asphalt. Looking back, you see the ground tower above you. You also notice a figure step between you and the oncoming landslide.
"Trust me," the stranger tells you as he notices the fear flood your eyes.
The man raises his arms. The land not only stops but retreats to where it came from originally. Your body tingles, but these new feelings do not arise from the earthquake. The man turns and looks directly into your eyes.