Everyone has been watching in horror in the last few days as the expanding oil slick threatens the Gulf coast. But few people are feeling it as keenly, we feel sure, as our Mockingbird brothers and sisters in Pensacola, city of sugar-white beaches.
Their wildlife, their beautiful beaches, and their economy are at great risk.
Please keep our many MB friends there in your prayers, especially the lovely parish of Christ Church who so graciously hosted us last January in our first ever mini-conference, as well as the family of beloved MB contributor Jeff Hual.
And a couple days ago, with a melancholy discussion on the effect on the town itself:
On Pensacola Beach, fears grow with oil spill
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Jeff Hual says:
May 3, 2010
Thank you, John.
Kerry, Jacob and I went to the beach condo this weekend. It may be the last time such a thing is feasible for a long time. Didn't help, though. Just made me sad to look out over the white sand and blue water and think how all of it might change in the next few days.
As we sat on the beach, Kerry and I close to tears as we watched Jacob play in the sand, I kept remembering these words of Horatio Spafford's hymn:
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.