Houston… All is well! All is well!

BY T.F. STERN

Where to begin, oh where to begin…  How about Shakespeare’s famous St. Crispin’s Day speech; that might set the tone.  I’ll cut to the chase; you can read the entire masterpiece via the link.

“…He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,

Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,

And rouse him at the name of Crispian.

He that shall see this day, and live old age,

Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,

And say “To-morrow is Saint Crispian.”

Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,

And say “These wounds I had on Crispin’s day.”

Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,

But he’ll remember, with advantages…”

Hurricane Harvey has come and gone leaving a trail of tears and destruction; but you’d have to consider the positive role such a devastating storm has played in American history to more fully appreciate it.  Perhaps one day it will be remembered as Hurricane Havey’s Day and some famous author will write romantically about deeds of heroism.

During our Fast and Testimony meeting this morning several individuals expressed their gratitude for friends and relatives who weathered the storm.  Some lost their homes and everything they own; but were praising Father in Heaven for having protected their families.  Others expressed the idea of how wonderful it was to see everyone come together, taking care of total strangers regardless of race or religion; for after all, we are all children of the same God.

One sister went on to explain how she lives far out in the country and doesn’t get cable or internet service so she didn’t have to watch all the terrible news; and anyway, her kids would hear about it at school and bring that home.  Another was going on about how it was nice to see folks getting along instead of a continual assault by the news media about hate groups destroying our country.

Yes, we indeed should be grateful to have so many good people willing to look after their neighbors.  I heard about one family who’d lost their house and belongs to flooding; but in spite of their being homeless so to speak, they were out volunteering to help others who were in a bad way.

The Lord really is in charge and looking out for our best interests while the storm rages all about.

During Sunday School the lesson included a reading of a familiar Latter Day Saint hymn, Come, Come, Ye Saints.  This was written for the Saints who’d been forced from their homes under threat of death in the middle of winter; but somehow seems appropriate for those who’ve been subjected to nature’s wrath at this time.

Come, come, ye Saints, no toil nor labor fear;

But with joy wend your way.

Though hard to you this journey may appear,

Grace shall be as your day.

’Tis better far for us to strive

Our useless cares from us to drive;

Do this, and joy your hearts will swell—

All is well! All is well!

 

Why should we mourn or think our lot is hard?

’Tis not so; all is right.

Why should we think to earn a great reward

If we now shun the fight?

Gird up your loins; fresh courage take.

Our God will never us forsake;

And soon we’ll have this tale to tell—

All is well! All is well!

 

We’ll find the place which God for us prepared,

Far away in the West,

Where none shall come to hurt or make afraid;

There the Saints will be blessed.

We’ll make the air with music ring,

Shout praises to our God and King;

Above the rest these words we’ll tell—

All is well! All is well!

 

And should we die before our journey’s through,

Happy day! All is well!

We then are free from toil and sorrow, too;

With the just we shall dwell!

But if our lives are spared again

To see the Saints their rest obtain,

Oh, how we’ll make this chorus swell—

All is well! All is well!

           Text: William Clayton, 1814–1879     Music: English folk song

I can’t help wondering how Shakespeare would have penned his thoughts regarding this recent tempest; more importantly, those who jumped in to help without regard for their own losses.  Forgive my taking liberties …

“…For he to-day that sheds his blood with me

Shall be my brother;be he ne’er so vile,

This day shall gentle his condition;

And gentlemen in Texas now a-bed

Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,

And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks

That fought with us upon Hurricane Harvey’s day.”

 


t-f-stern-1Self-Educated American, Senior Edi­tor, T.F. Stern is a retired City of Hous­ton police offi­cer, self-employed lock­smith, and gifted polit­i­cal and social com­men­ta­tor. His pop­u­lar and insight­ful blog, T.F. Sterns Rant­i­ngs, has been up and at it since January of 2005.