It's simple to remember the fear and sorrow. It doesn't take much prompting to remember the feeling of ash ground in to my skin as I sifted through the remains next to a teary-eyed professor hoping to find just one photo left intact. I often remember driving up to campus that first time and seeing buildings black and sunken to the ground.
What I choose to remember, however, is the community that came together. I have to fight back tears when I remember standing in a crowded gym surrounded by strangers and friends all clapping in a feeble attempt to thank some very worthy firemen. And I choose to remember the president of the college bursting in through fire-guarded doors (or so I'm told...) to spend the night in the gym with his students.
But most of all, I cannot help but remember the faithfulness of our great God.
Blessed be His name.
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