That was how an amateur photographer described the scene at the collapse of the bridge over the Mississipi River yesterday.

It took me almost 24 hours to be able to read the coverage of the event.  I have not been able to look at photos.  It is my worst, most horrible nightmare come true.  I have been afraid of bridges since I was a little girl and had a nightmare of a bridge collapsing under our car as we crossed it.  I have to talk myself over bridges using my out loud voice when I’m driving if they are large and of consequence.  I cannot imagine the devastation and fear and terror that people must have encountered on that bridge yesterday.  I can only pray that the Holy Spirit enveloped them with peace.

This morning, Michael Spencer, of iMonk, has a beautiful post about the bridge collapse and the proper response of Jesus followers.  His comments are closed but I wanted to thank him for his wonderful direction and thoughts on the matter.