Having grown up in Portland, Oregon, I've been looking at Mt. Hood and loving her all my life. She is Portland's most famous landmark, and those of us who have lived in her shadow never seem to get over her. "Look at Mt. Hood!" we'll say to each other, when the rain clouds clear and we get a clear view of her—as though we're seeing her for the first time. Most of us manage to ski on her slopes, and that makes us love her all the more. So it's a hard swallow for me that Mt. Hood has turned sinister and my brother-in-law and his two friends are her hostages.
I'm thumbing through Jerry Bridges book, Trusting God: Even When Life Hurts. He has a chapter on "God's Power Over Nature," which is an interesting read under normal circumstances, but deeply unsettling in the current crisis. The verses Jerry quotes take on new meaning for me now.
While we wait and Mt. Hood is covered in blizzard conditions and battered by hurricane force winds, it is both comforting and upsetting to know that "snow and clouds, stormy winds . . . do his bidding" (Psalm 148:8).
I can't pretend to be able to explain what God is doing. I won't say these realities don't bother me. But these words remind me that the God who loves us is in the storm, that He calls us to trust Him in situations where we don't understand, we are hurting and we don't know how it will all turn out.
Thank you again for keeping the James family and the families of Brian and Nikko in your prayers. Pray that our faith will remain strong—whether we are waiting at the foot of the mountain or hidden in the snow somewhere up near the summit.