It is Friday morning, September 8. I hear tell there has been some weather down in Texas.
Down Mexico way, the earthquake of the century.
In a day or so, Hurricane Irma is going to turn Mar-a-Lago into little tiny matchsticks.
Sometime next week Irma will bear down on Happy Acres.
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And behold, a great and strong wind has rent the island of St. Martin, but the LORD was not in the wind.
And after the wind, an earthquake in Mexico, but the LORD was not in the earthquake.
And after the earthquake a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire.
And after the fire a still small voice.
And the voice said,