The earth shook, the wind blew, the waters roared and America’s East Coast was devastated.
The mighty airplanes could not fly. The trains had to stand still. Naval ships fled. Magnificent homes were swept away. Electricity was shut down. Powerful Nuclear plants were turned off. People died, quite suddenly. Man and all mighty works seemed so weak, so frail, and so feeble.
David prayed a prayer that was answered in the East Coast troubles, “LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am. Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah. Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them” (Psalms 39:4-6).
We must not miss the central lesson in this disaster, we are frail creatures and we are of few days. For one fleeting moment we saw His might in the “wings of the storm” and we saw we are nothing more than “Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail."
O tell of His might, O sing of His grace, Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space, His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form, And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.
Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail; Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end, Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend. (Hymn: O Worship the King, lyrics by Robert Grant and Edward H. Bickersteth).