It rains even in paradise. As I sit in my Acapulco hotel room this morning, rain is falling, thunder is rumbling, and lightning is flashing (probably the backside of Hurricane Alex).
And about 2:30 this morning, I was awakened from a sound sleep by what were unmistakably small tremors.
I will confess that my first incoherent thought when I felt the movement in the night was that I was back at the healing service where a few hours before I had “fallen out” while Rev. Candy Holmes prayed with me. “Is God still shaking things up?” I wondered.
Of course, the answer to that question is always “yes.” But, as I came to, I realized that in this instance it was simply the earth moving, causing this high rise building to sway and rumble just a bit.
It was enough to get me out of bed and throw on some clothes and shoes, grab my room key and cell phone, and head for the door to go downstairs (by the stairs is a sign: in the event of fire or earthquake, do not use the elevator). No one else was in the hall, and the tremors had stopped, so I went back to bed.
But I slept in my clothes, with sandals beside the bed. Just in case.
I was ready to act when the earth moved. Am I as ready to act when God moves?