As most Americans have probably heard by now, Southern California seems to be virtually engulfed in flames. If one is fortunate enough to live in an area not directly endangered by the seeming firestorm, one is constantly reminded of it by the billows of brown smoke hovering over one’s head, rendering the sun and its rays a strange orange hue and increasing the temperature by not a small amount.
I feel like I’m living in Arizona.
One of the lesser publicized fires has been wreaking its destruction on my home county of Ventura. The small towns of Santa Paula and Fillmore have been most directly affected. Last night, my parents and I rushed out to help a long-time family friend from church get some stuff out of his house, which happens to be in the hills of Santa Paula.
When I had gotten home, I smelled like I had been sitting in front of a campfire all day. Luckily, our friend’s house has not been burned, but many others’ have. There was also a hospital in the fire’s projected path, but I don’t think that was hit either, thank God.
My parents snapped some pictures of the Santa Paula fire, which had been driven by an easterly wind. That wind was mildly discomforting to Venturans, by the way, because Santa Paula lies east up a valley toward Fillmore. Please pray for us Southern Californians, that not too many lose their lives or possessions. This is also an opportunity that can definitely be used by God for the good, so please also pray that his love and comfort will be felt by all affected by these fires.
I came across this passage yesterday in church. Interesting and very visual.
Bless the LORD, O my soul;
O LORD, my God, You are very great;
You are clothed in glory and majesty,
wrapped in a robe of light;
You spread the heavens like a tent cloth.
He sets the rafters of His lofts in the waters,
makes the clouds His chariot,
moves on the wings of the wind.
He makes the winds His messengers,
fiery flames his servants.
-Ps. 104.1-4 (JPS)