Change in life constant, whether it’s at home or with the Pack

By: 

Leah Lehman, Leader Columnist

Hurricanes, flooding and fires have been in the forefront in the news of late, and well they should be.

People’s lives have been uprooted and changed in ways that they are going to have to learn how to live a new normal.

From the natural disasters, we come to the unnatural, such as the shooting in Las Vegas.

Then there are the unusual, such as football players not standing for the national anthem.

In the beginning of each new story, I was watching. Yet, I soon got tired of hearing about it. I think that is mainly because I can do little or nothing about these things, so I choose not to be told about that every time I turn on the news. After all, it is upsetting, and personal life can be upsetting enough.

I have been thinking a lot about football these past few weeks. I have never been a big football fan, although I do love the Green Bay Packers and try to watch their games when I can. I don’t follow the other teams at all. Now, with Aaron Rodgers getting hurt last week, with the likelihood of missing the whole season and putting postseason play for the Packers in doubt, I am questioning it even more.

How can one player make a whole team? Why are talented people willing to risk life and limb on a game? Why are huge, overpriced stadiums being built, some at the cost of taxpayers? Most of the stadiums being built include plans to make them noisier so it is harder for the opposing teams to participate up to their usual manner.

Can’t it just be fun like in the old days? Is it just me, or is all the hype being overdone to the point of getting part-time fans like me to tune out?

All in all, it has been a bit difficult to keep my disposition sweet with all of this turmoil.

However, I did happen across a TV show on Sunday night that interested me. It was on the volcanic eruption of Mount St. Helens on May 18, 1980. I remembered hearing about it, of course. I was a young farm wife at the time, with kids still in grade school. I guess I didn’t think too much about it at the time. There wasn’t 24-hour news channels for one thing, and it happened in Washington state.

In July 2001, I got to visit the monument that is near the site of the volcano. I was blessed to be part of a bus trip that traveled up the west coast from San Jose, California, and then east toward Wisconsin. We visited national parks along the route of the trip.

When I saw Mount St. Helens was on the itinerary, I wasn’t too pleased. I don’t like heights for one thing, and I thought I wouldn’t enjoy seeing the destruction for another. Of course, 21 years had passed. I was packed in the bus, so there I was winding up the road with everyone else.

What I saw there was astounding. Huge trees lay like toothpicks that had spilled across the floor. In fact, lakes nearest to Mount St. Helens have been partly covered with trees.

When we got into the observation area, they showed a documentary about what had happen that fateful day. Then, they opened the huge drapes and we could look out upon the north face that had blown out in the eruption. Breathtaking is not a strong enough word to express the awe at seeing what had happened to that mountain.

Now, more than three decades after the eruption, there is still little sign of life in that area. The mats of dead trees shift in the wind but still remain on the lakes. It is believed that 57 people died.

In this column, I didn’t find all the answers I was searching for, but I will keep putting one foot in front of the other, trusting in “Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.” (Hebrews 13:8)