As Nepal was being rocked by an earthquake, my Twitter and Facebook became the early alert system to me. Each buzz of a new post reminded me how the world has changed. I used to go looking for the news. Now the news comes looking for me. A vibrating phone tells me something is happening somewhere in the world. News is now a fast chaser of humans.
My friend Fletcher Tink was in Nepal, in the middle of a sermon from Acts, when the quake hit. I followed his account of escaping the buildings, ongoing tremors, sleeping outdoors, getting food and health care, and watching humanity wax kind. The Nepal earthquake reminded me of more than fast news. It reminded me that God is present in the middle of any tragedy—and that our brothers and sisters are there whether we know their names or not. Knowing Fletcher, I am assured that God will be named and present in the suffering. He finished his sermon in the street as others joined them.
