I spy something dark

By Jimmy Cochran


Like most of Henry County (and surrounding states), our home was without power for a couple days as Hurricane /Tropical Storm Irma came sweeping through town last week. It was miserable, uncomfortable, and very inconvenient, yet, I feel ashamed to complain when so many tens of thousands have lost their homes and all they own. And, I am so sorry for what they are having to go through, but I’ll address that in a moment.

The first night we had no power, in an effort to reach the oil lamps off the shelves, I managed to break one of the chimneys and had to attempt to sweep up shards of glass from the tile floor by candlelight. We’re still finding tiny shards in our feet. We made soup for supper and ate by candlelight, then the long evening began. As the house darkened and cooled, we all just kinda sat there and grumbled. Then, my brother came out of the darkness with, “I spy something green.” So, in an effort to remember what in the family room was green, we began to play the game. Have you ever tried to remember if you have a red and white checkered something? Not so easy, and not as fun as when you can see. So, that “fun” little game continued way too long and I finally got up and found my Kindle (backlit) to read for a while.

The whole next day was spent doing some deck cleaning (just to be outside), but then when we came back into the gloomy dark house, the “I Spy” began again. It was silly, but passed the time.

But, like I said, my heart hurts for all those who have lost so much in both Harvey and Irma. I cannot imagine what they are facing in the coming months and years. Yet, it is such an encouragement to see the help they are receiving, almost from the moment of impact. Of course, we always see the quick response of the Police and Fire Departments, Red Cross, Salvation Army, Ga. Baptist Disaster Relief, and many other official or public organizations; but, the heart-stirring sight for me is seeing neighbors and strangers coming from all over the country to help. I saw where people both locally and from surrounding states bringing their boats in to help evacuate and rescue people. I read of so many private homes and churches being opened to shelter evacuees.

In one of our adjacent counties, the police and fire departments were delivering hot meals to any residents who were still without power … and even if they were outside the “official” city or county limits. As some of the mighty old trees fell around the McDonough Square, there were people and utility crews working side by side to make sure residents in the homes were safe and helping to clean up the damage.

Why can our world not live in such an attitude? Not seeing culture, ethnicity, color, religion (or lack of such), politics, and all those things that tend to separate us. It would be hard … very hard … to get past our prejudices and live like this each day, but I think we could do it. In the words of Dalton in the movie “Road-house,”

“Just be nice. Even when people aren’t nice to you, just be nice.”

And, in the words of Jesus, “Do to others like you would have them do to you.”

If that doesn’t make you think, then your thinker must be broke!

And so today my friends, this has been the gospel according to Jimmy.

Jimmy Cochran is a resident of McDonough, a musician, a minister and the author of Being God’s and Staying God’s, both available at Amazon.com. Being God’s is also available at Moye’s Pharmacy in McDonough.