Is it okay to hunt deer in McCormick Woods if the big one hits?
Growing up in Washington, we have always been waiting for the big one to hit. That’s all we ever called the massive earth quake that we are “due”… the big one. At least once a year we would practice getting under our desks. We were told to hide in the door frames of our houses (which they no longer tell you to do because of changes in building codes). We were meant to fear this inevitable “big one” that would suddenly make Eastern Washington, Western Washington, as in Western Washington would fall into the ocean.
And now we have these earthquakes that are triggering all around “the ring of fire.” I have been watching the news endlessly about these quakes. Check out this ABC report if you have somehow managed to miss the coverage:
But we have always been preparing for the big one. They tell you to have kits at your house and in your car, that contain food and water and all necessary emergency supplies. They tell you to have a plan, to think about where you would meet if you can’t communicate because cell phone service is down. And I’ll tell you what my plan has been since I was four and I started hearing about the big one… nothing.
My plan for the big one has always been… nothing. I never gathered water or canned goods. I never came up with a, “here is what I would do.” I just assumed the earthquake, if the fear mongering was true, would take care of itself and me and I wouldn’t have to worry about it.
And then I had kids.
Now I have gallons upon gallons of water in my garage.
Now I have a kit with enough food for thirty days… and judging by the descriptions of the food contained in my thirty day kit, my emergency meals are going to be delicious.
I have started to wonder if I should learn how to hunt in order to provide meals for my family if the emergency response from outside of Washington is not what we would hope.
It is amazing how worrying about someone else completely changes your perspective, how wanting someone to have a future suddenly makes all the fears… not something to tune out, but something to prepare for.
It is amazing how much attention and concern we bring to things when the world suddenly becomes not about us. I mean seriously… I am having visions in my head of hunting deer in McCormick woods where before my plan was to get washed out to sea.
When we hear Jesus’ command to love our neighbor as ourself, I think we initially make it out to be about “do unto others so they will do the same to you,” as in we are good to others in the hope that it will provide some future return, but I think loving our neighbor is about so much more than that.
It is an effort to make us care about what is going on in the world around us. It is an effort to switch us from being fine with being washed out to sea to us making plans to make sure all will be well. It is an effort to make us give a darn. That’s right, I said darn.
One of my favorite movies of all time is a movie made in 1976 called Network, in which a news anchor suddenly becomes so irate with what is going around him that he just can’t take it anymore and he starts to encourage others to go to their windows and shout out, “I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore.”
Here is a link to the clip, but I’ll warn you, there is some profanity:
When we see what could befall our neighbors, and suddenly we care, then we are moved to act. This is the call of a Christian… not to be perfect, not to just always be in prayer or study, but we are called to give a darn. So, stock up on water and canned goods, come up with plan, look out for your neighbor, and give a darn for the big one is coming… maybe.