Volume 28, No.7
February 16, 2003
Eruption Disruption
The blast was equal to 27,000 atomic bombs dropped at the rate of one per
second for nine hours. In one terrifying day, the landscape in southwestern
Washington State was changed forever.
On May 18, 1980, a medium-sized earthquake rumbled beneath Mt. St. Helens.
The movement triggered an avalanche that took off the top of a pressure bulge,
exposing the white-hot interior to cool air. Suddenly, water trapped inside the
mountain flashed into steam, which rapidly expanded. With nowhere to go, the
steam erupted from the mountain with a horrifying fury, hurling enough ash and
rock into the air to cover a square mile to the height of three Empire State
Buildings. As the north face of the mountain fell, it touched off the largest
landslide in recorded history, sending tons of mud and debris hurtling down the
stricken slope.
Though authorities had warned everyone out of the area, 57 people died,
including a man found in a car with his camera still held in front of his face.
Another car held two people who’d tried to out race the ash cloud. Most victims
died from inhaling hot, toxic gas and ash.
More than 800,000 tons of that ash fell on Yakima, 85 miles east of the blast,
prompting a huge clean-up. In a bizarre twist, envelopes of ash mailed by
residents of Pasco to friends and relatives around the country kept breaking
open, ruining the city’s postal machinery.
Though more than two million animals, birds and fish were killed in the
explosion, creation began to renew itself almost immediately. Gophers tilled
the ash. The elk came back and their droppings fertilized the gophers’ work.
Soon, fireweed put down roots that reached past the ash into the fertile soil
below, turning entire hillsides into carpetsof pink flowers. Though trees on
the mountain now stand twenty feet tall, some of the scarring is permanent. Mt.
St. Helens is now 1,200 feet lower than it was before the eruption.
We, too, are diminished by every explosion, every blast of fury, hurt and
frustration. But we can learn some crucial lessons from Mt. St. Helens,
beginning with the need to watch for warning signs. Though outbursts of anger
always have a trigger — usually something small and seemingly insignificant —
the root causes of rage run much deeper. We must be careful not to ignore the
ever-building exasperation of unspoken pain, disappointment and defeat, or the
slow suffocation of deep-seated dreams We must confront our fears and
negativity long before those pent-up problems explode in a fit of wrath and
fury. We can learn to be like God, “slow to get angry and rich in unfailing
love (Numbers 14:18), but only when we ask him to reveal to us the truth about
ourselves then grant us release from the inner pressures that would otherwise
erupt into ire and indignation.
Rather than bury every slight, insult and irritation, allowing them to build
into bitterness and resentment, we must be honest about how we feel, speaking
the truth in love (Eph. 4:15). As Paul warns, anger grows best in constricted
spaces, among those who’ve “shut their minds and hardened their hearts.” (v.18).
We, though, belong to each other, he says. So “don’t sin by letting anger gain
control over you. Don’t let the sun go down while you’re still angry, for anger
gives a mighty foothold to the Devil.” (v. 25-27) We must be “quick to listen,
slow to speak and slow to get angry because “anger can never make things right
in God’s sight.” (James 1:19,20)
Instead, anger does devastating damage to relationships. It turns every
atmosphere toxic, and entombs the work of God under layer-upon-layer of acrimony
and ill-will. It’s the innocent who suffer. Cleaning up the mess is a long and
painful process. Even a small amount of anger’s aftermath can make it
impossible for us to deliver God’s love.
It is possible to repair some of the damage, especially when our roots reach
beyond the ash of animosity and “go down deep into the soil of God’s marvelous
love” (Eph. 3:17). But let’s remember that only “a fool gives full vent to
anger.” (29:11). Don’t blow it.
By Rick Gamble, published in Cross Current, the weekly newsletter of the
Followers of Christ congregation in Brantford, Ontario, Canada. Reprint at will
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