The water is rising in New Orleans again, which means here we go again.
“I’m sticking it out,” said Florida Richardson, who sat on her front porch in Algiers, holding her grandson on her lap. “This house is 85 years old. It’s seen a lot of tornadoes and a lot of hurricanes. You can’t run from the power of God.”
But you can drive from it. Maybe she can’t drive away; the article doesn’t make it clear. Why, though, the immediate descent into defeatism rooted in a vengeful, almighty God? I suspect I’ll never understand it.