It was just about 10 years ago a mentor of mine sat me down with a meteorology textbook at a Starbucks in Uptown New Orleans and asked me if I knew what the term “barometric pressure” meant.
No clue, other than it being referenced in weather forecasts.
He explained a drop in the barometric pressure in the eye wall of a hurricane signaled a strengthening of the storm. Essentially, a drop in pressure ups the ante of how damaging a storm can become before it makes landfall.
Ten years and one horrible natural disaster later, we’re sitting in a similar spot: Tropical Storm Isaac is poised to hit the northern Gulf Coast in the early morning hours of August 29th, 2012 – seven years to the date Hurricane Katrina slammed on-shore and changed my friends’ lives forever.
While Isaac is not as big in size or strength as his nasty big sister, the feelings are the same: thoughts turn to flooding, people trapped in the Superdome and Convention Center, people being displaced for months from their homes. A football team forced to spend an entire season on the road because they had no home to go back to.
A city with roots dating back to the French and Spanish occupations, sitting six feet below sea level with water on three sides.
Some have said, “well, God must hate New Orleans.” That is a truly horrible thing to say. God hates no one – we are taught in the Bible to “love thy neighbor.” The Bible teaches to love and help those around you, even if you disagree with their choices. Therefore, you might not want to move down there, but many folks’ lives are there – they grew up there – it’s their home like anyone elses’. They work, go to school, pay taxes, do roller derby even.
It’s not a matter of God hating or loving anyone – it’s just a matter of where the city sits along the coast.