O God, our help in ages past
Our hope for years to come
Our shelter from the stormy blast
And our eternal home

Under the shadow of Thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure
Sufficient is Thine arm alone
And our defense is sure...

There's a Level 5 hurricane headed straight for Houston, where a couple million people, including my best friend, live and work. Somehow these words from an old Isaac Watts hymn seem appropriate today.

Pray. And if you can't pray, cry out. And if something chokes your throat and you can do neither, lift your eyes to the heavens...because He is still up there, despite all seeming evidence to the contrary. And He still cares about what happens on this miserable little planet. Yes, He does.

For God so loved the world...