Angels with Chainsaws
Katie called me a few minutes ago, breathlessly excited to share what had just happened. First, a little context: Hurricane Helene devastated Western North Carolina almost two months ago. I was there. God had protected me so that for me and my family, the devastation amounted to an inconvenience [1] . I know Katie from church in Hillsborough, about four hours from Asheville. Katie has a house in a small town in Mitchell County. She wasn’t there during the hurricane and in fact didn’t go to see the aftermath until over a month later. There were a lot of downed trees on her property and the pipe from the cistern had been wrenched right out of the wall. She spent the weekend doing cleanup and repairs, but wondered what she was going to do about the trees. She doesn’t have a chainsaw. And even if she did, she’s not strong enough to move fallen trees by herself. It was clear that she’s going to need help. She decided to pray about it and turn her attention to more immediately pressing matte...