In Mississippi tonight, homelessness has taken on a whole new dimension. I've often said that most of us are no more than three months of unemployment away from absolute ruin. Tonight it has become apparent that even the most successful among us are less than 24 hours away from homelessness.

You live your life, dream your dreams, come home from work, park the minivan in the driveway, have dinner and  tuck your kids into bed. You kiss their forehead and hold their face in the palm of your hand. You think, 'things will always be like this.'  You think, 'this is the way my life is.' Then, one night, the fury of the world descends and nothing will ever be the same again.

How do we live in a world like this except in the sacredness of this day, this very moment, that we have been given? How do we understand the devastation, the pain and the loss except to cast our hearts upon Him, to cry out for mercy, for grace, for the outpouring of His tender love? And how can we continue with all of our pretending?

Tears and prayers for New Orleans, for Biloxi, for Mississippi.