Have you ever been in an earthquake?  I have. A few minor ones here in Toronto. That strange, oscillating, movement of a foundation that is usually solid and dependable, messes with you.  It makes your body betray you.  It radiates a signal that sends your nervous system into a panic.

Have you ever seen a tornado, up close and personal?  I have. I was in a security trailer, at Sheppard and Weston, as I watched a tornado rip a bus shelter out of its concrete anchors (I never did see where it deposited it). I saw it rip the roof off a factory building directly across from me, like it was the perforated cardboard top off a Kleenex box.  All this happened as close as 50 metres from my not-so-secure location. 

Some things we experience make our legs feel wobbly and our world feel wobblier still. Like, for example, mountains quaking and falling into the heart of the sea and the tsunami that follows.  (Psalm 46:2-3).  

This is not the stuff we normally experience. This isn’t the kind of thing we have reference points for that help us file our experiences under the “Not to worry, I’ve seen this before!” category.  

Well, it wouldn’t surprise me if we all had wobbly legs right now. I know that I, at least, do. It all boils down to not having a category to file all the rapid-fire, shifting, quaking flood of changes and information that both surrounds and isolates us.  It is all a bit overwhelming, isn’t it?