Editorial The Day the Earth
Shook
It was frightening.
Saturday, 4 September 2010 will be etched in the memory of all who live in
Canterbury and surrounding areas. At 4.35am, the earth shook for what seemed an
eternity, though officially was for less than a minute. In that moment lives
changed forever. Sweet dreams became nightmares.
I stumbled out of bed and
at the urgings of my house guest went and stood in a doorway until the house
stopped shaking. I’m afraid my shaking didn’t. It took a cup of tea at 5.15am
to bring me back to calmness. I know many people were traumatized. Weeks later,
thousands remain fearful of what might be if the earth shifts again. Many
remain without water, some without electricity. The entire central city
district, where there are lots of older buildings, was literally shaken to its
foundations. Many buildings have subsequently been condemned.
At Sunday liturgy in
Lyttelton, we reflected on the quake in the light of the day’s readings. ‘Who
can divine the Will of God?’ (Wis 9/13) and ‘what sort of tower do we build?’
(Lk 14) seemed to be particularly helpful scriptures to reflect on. The most
obvious thing we all agreed upon immediately - that there are some things in
life that we have no control over, whatsoever. Earthquakes are one.
It has been pretty scary
stuff. Yet we don’t know the half of it. ‘Like the London blitz’, said someone
who should know. We acknowledged with much sadness the destruction we saw. The
damage was shrieking at us everywhere we turned - $4 billion worth. More than
100,000 homes damaged. Hundreds of businesses closed. We were meeting in a
classroom because our 145- year-old historic St Joseph’s stone church had been
damaged and rendered unsafe.
For most, their
electricity and water were still off. Many had breakages of precious items in
their homes, and had family who were in a state of high distress. Spilt raw
sewage had become a problem, as had access to clean drinking water and severely
damaged roading. The after-quake tremors have not left any of us feeling
totally safe. We were acutely conscious that many streets around Christchurch
had been cordoned off. There were already ‘no go’ areas. Access has been
impossible. This included the entire area inside the four avenues which
surround our city centre.
The next question was
– what hand did God have in what happened? Was this God’s Will, a
question posed by the reading from Wisdom? The unequivocal answer accepted by
all was that it was not God’s Will. It was a catastrophe of nature, caused by
the plates under the earth shifting. God would never will such destruction on
us. What a spirit of Wisdom might call for was for us to make the most of what
had happened and try and see a positive light to it, in the light of our faith.
We looked at how faith
could help us make sense of something as destructive as we were facing. We initially looked at the question
from its converse side – what meaning would it have if there was no God?
We agreed that we would be left without hope to the random events of nature.
Our helplessness would mean we had no one to turn to who could offer hope. That
did not seem very appealing. But the quake did challenge some people’s faith
and their understanding of God. For others, faith became more meaningful.
Then we counted our
blessings. The most obvious blessing was that the quake didn’t happen 12 hours
earlier or 12 hours later. Image, people said, the destruction if it had
occurred at 4pm on Friday – just before work finished. Thousands would
have been caught in offices in the city, not to mention shops in the suburbs,
in schools, in buses, driving on suddenly unsafe roads. With buildings
collapsing and roads being damaged in an instant, what chaos would have
eventuated. Many surely would have died or been badly injured. All would have
been traumatized to varying degrees. We thanked God in our prayer that this
hadn’t happened. That in fact, despite the destruction, we had been blessed.
We looked then at the
community spirit which by Sunday morning had already snapped into life. It was
amazing. People told stories of food and water being shared, of generosity
beyond the call of duty. Volunteers by then had already set up meeting places
for those who were displaced. People invited those without power and water to
come and use their facilities. Others simply opened their doors to anyone in
need in their immediate vicinity. Much of it will go largely unreported, untold.
It just happened.
We also talked about what
a jolt this was to our consciousness of the plight of the displaced in
Pakistan, Haiti and Chile, who had experienced flood and earthquakes much worse
than anything we had. That insight
seemed to help us place what had happened in a better context. We spoke of
these people as our brothers and sisters in Christ. Suddenly they were real
because we now knew about rubble, falling buildings, infrastructure smashed,
businesses and homes destroyed. We knew about the helplessness that comes when
nature inflicts such a massive blow.
Nurtured by the Word and
our reflection, our little congregation shared communion and prayed for our
town, our city and other communities who face this sort of devastation more
often than us. We all left feeling encouraged by this gathering of the People
of God and particularly by the wisdom and faith shared. It was Church
functioning at its best.
—Jim Consedine