I’ve heard it said that writing is a great way to bring out what you’re really feeling. If you don’t know what to say, keep writing and it’ll come out eventually. That’s what I’m hoping for right now. My mind has been buzzing the last few days, I can’t focus, I don’t feel all that great, my jaw feels really tight and my throat has a constant feeling that you have right before you start crying really hard, that uncomfortable tightness. I’m sitting here in Barista’s trying to figure out what to talk about tonight at CSF for our Haiti trip, but right now that trip seems like it was years ago. Right now all I can think about, pray about, feel, etc is Joplin. Ever since I turned on the weather channel sunday night around 7 and discovered what happened, my heart has been heavy and my emotions all over the place. I was instantly concerned and moved to tears not knowing if people I know down there were safe. (They are, some of their homes are not). I can’t stop watching/reading the coverage, the images, the live reports- many of them over and over again. My mind will literally not turn off, nor has my weather channel. I want to be there helping. I want to go cry with them. Rejoice with them in the safety of all those who made it. Just be there through this.
I’ve been trying to figure out why it’s hitting me so hard. Obviously it’s been affecting people across the world regardless of their ties to the city or the people. As a human being, we’re all drawn closer in experiences like this because we know the value of human life and regardless of where you live or who you are, the loss of human life and the images of the devastation are universal. We can all relate to that. But this one hits closer to home for me.
I was blessed to spend my summer last year in Joplin with an organization called Christ In Youth, or CIY as it’s known by most. Up until that internship started (almost a year ago to the day) I didn’t know much about Joplin at all, maybe had heard of it, but literally had directions in hand as I drove down there last May hoping I wouldn’t get lost. (I did by the way, that building could NOT be more up in the woods and in my defense, there was an INCREDIBLY wordy billboard on the other side of the street that I was reading when I should’ve been spotting the CIY sign off the road on the opposite side)…but long story short, I spent a summer with Joplin as my main base as I traveled to camps around the country getting to share the light of Jesus by using the production skills that God has blessed me with. It was an experience of a life time and an experience that I miss all the time. I was blessed to work with some of the kindest and most talented people from bands and speakers to production crews and camp directors. Many of whom make permanent residence in Joplin or surrounding cities. Many of whom that I don’t speak to more than an occasional facebook message or phonecall/text, but when you have an experience like coming together for something so much greater than ourselves, you don’t need a text/message to remember the times you had and know there is love there.
Perhaps that is why it’s hitting so hard right now. Because to me that city and those people who are hurting are representative of an incredible experience I was able to be a part of. An experience that, had it not been for a previously scheduled family vacation this summer, I very possibly could’ve been a part of this summer again and therefore would’ve been either in Joplin during the storm or very close to being there. An experience that I hope to be a part of again some day in some capacity or another. A town that means so much that is home to people who mean so much more.
It blows my mind to see these images of the Wal-Mart that our intern team frequented 2-3 times a week turned to rubble. The I-HOP, the Burger King, the Chic-Fil-A that you couldn’t go to during lunch and NOT see someone from CIY, even if we went 4 days in a row. All these places, it just amazes me. We serve an incredibly powerful God. And when we decide to live our lives for Him we don’t do so conditionally. This life is painful sometimes. We don’t understand it all the time. We’re not supposed to. I don’t fully understand situations like this. But I fully trust that at the end of the day the God I serve is good and loving. My prayer for everyone in Joplin right now is that they can still know that God is good. That they can feel His love, His peace, His comfort, His guidance that so many of us from around the world are crying out for for you all.
And as I sit in a coffee shop 7 hours away wishing I could be there helping and planning the ways in which I’ll be able to do so hopefully very soon, that about-to-cry feeling in my throat hasn’t gone away nor has the heaviness in my heart, and it won’t.
I just want you all to know that we’re praying for you. We’re hurting for you. We’re crying for you. We’re here for you.
As I started writing this, a song came on from Jordan Howerton Band, a band that I worked with in Joplin last summer, and I thought the lyrics were incredibly fitting.
Hallelujah- Joradan Howerton Band
“God creator of all on Earth and sky, we Your fallen children hear our cry. As we lift our voices and sing You our praise. The generations before us sang: Hallelujah to our Savior. To the God of our comfort, the God of our strength. Hallelujah we sing. To the King eternal, God of light. Death is all around us but You give life. Tragedy draws closer, let us not falter but hear us sing: Hallelujah to our Savior. To the God of our comfort, the God of our strength. Hallelujah. And in an instant death can take us so let the moments of our days be spent to bring glory to the Creator of all things. Hallelujah. To our Savior. To the God of our comfort, the God of our strength. Hallelujah we sing.”
The crew at Cheddars in Joplin.



