By Moody Adams I looked at New Orleans’ shattered homes, saddened faces, empty streets in a city famous for jazzed up joy that has become a morgue. It is sad, but sadder still is the fact this city is like the ancient cities of Chorazin and Bethsaida, which Jesus Christ upbraided “because they repented not‘ (Matthew 11:20).
The massive destruction of a hurricane and accompanying flooding destroyed many things, but it did not destroy the arrogance of evil that infects New Orleans.
My grand daughter’s husband, a swat team member, spent terrifying nights surrounded by the gun fire, that left the coroners to try and separate those killed by gunfire from those killed by drowning.
The city’s mayor cursed God instead of falling on his knees and praying for Divine help.
The saloons and strip joints rushed to reopen so that the drunks can, again, cover Bourbon Street with their vomit.
Refugee centers house some able bodied men who continue to make welfare a career choice, rejecting the Biblical teaching that, “ if any would not work, neither should he eat“ (II Thessalonians 3:10).
The gangstas and crack dealers hurry back to work in a moral-free-zone where everything goes.
Politicians promise to rebuild a city which is six feet below sea level, between two large bodies of water, justifying obscene taxes which never provide the promised protection.
The attitude of a majority is unchanged, reminding us of the saddest words of God or man, “they repented not.”
Well might we weep over New Orleans as Jeremiah wept over Jerusalem, crying, “no man repented him of his wickedness, saying, What have I done?
Fifty years ago, while preaching in New Orleans, I handed a tract to a couple headed for Bourbon Street’s bars. The man dropped his head and said, “I am a deacon, we shouldn’t be here.” He turned around and took his wife back to their car. They repented. But they were only two.