Letter From Langdon: God’s Offer

[imgbelt img=Pool.jpg]The flood is coming. There’s no stopping it. We just need to be ready, and to recognize God’s offer when it’s presented.


The aerial shots above were taken by chrisrikli Tuesday over Nebraska City, Nebraska, just north of Langdon.

As I put things away in the farm shop the other day, the phone rang. I picked up and a voice on the other end said “Hello, my name is Anton I’m calling you because Lyndon LaRouche wants to take your….”

My normal response to political calls is to hang up.  That’s what I did, and made a mental note to move the phone up higher. We’re having a flood you know. I no more than stepped away from the phone when it rang again. The voice on the wire said hesitantly, “Hello, this is Anton again.”

That’s when Anton got an earful.

I confess I used an expletive in my brief outburst against poor Anton. He interrupted me to advise that the call was being recorded. As I later told a friend about my little speech to Anton, “That should be some good listening!”

It’s not just me, our whole family and all our neighbors get emotional during extreme events of nature.

Especially floods.

There’s no such thing as a flash flood on the Missouri River bottom at Langdon, in the far northwest corner of Missouri. Mother Nature and the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers give you plenty of time to think about it. That means there’s just that much more time for mental wear and tear as emotions run from A) casual disbelief; to B) hope; to C) grim resolve; and, finally, D) acceptance. 

But it takes a whole lot of the first three before number four kicks in. 

Take rumors for instance. About 4 hours of every 24 are spent on the phone calling to see if the latest report is true. Someone says they opened the gates and the water is coming. Work faster. We just have three days. Then the sheriff’s office says it ain’t so.