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Texas became a nation on her outskirts. On them, again, we come together—short, tall, fat, thin, men, women, of every race, creed, color, and orientation. We come to fight against an enemy more daunting than any legion, for she is nature, and her strength is biblical.
Houston is drowning, slowly strangled under the weight of flooding of unprecedented proportions.
I have prayed for Houston. I have donated to relief aides.
And I have seen many others do so much more: opening doors and homes, not just to family and friends, but to strangers. I have seen people of every kind surge towards the shores of disaster, riding wheels of fire until the waters rise, then mounting anything that can float, from flat bottom to paddleboard to fanwheel boats, to pull strangers from the water.
I have seen first aid camps spring up out of grounds waiting to be inundated, by rain or refugees, and still the volunteers come.
And in a time where so many forces in our nation try to divide us, to show us how different we are, how oppressed we are, how silenced we are – I see instead a people rising as one, of one strength, and one voice. They rise because of the commonality of their hearts and the similarity of their spirits – to do, to give, to sacrifice.
Like any major event of this magnitude, I find myself embarrassed to turn to sports.
And like every major event of this magnitude—after I pray, after I donate, after I determine if I have time or skills that might aid those in need—I turn, inevitably, to sports.
Sometimes, I get that order wrong. Ok, most times.
But if you come to this site, and enjoy our sports commentary and asides, once, or weekly, or daily, then I’ll ask, take the time and effort you’d put into this side and go instead to the American Red Cross donation link, or through our Facebook page.
Give what you have to give. If you have prayer, give prayer in an unbreaking voice. If you have time, give time unfettered. If you have money, give a little or a lot, because everything is what many have seen washed asunder.
The waters may rise, but they are nothing to compare to Texans rising to the need of our brothers.
Houston is at its limits. It is drowning under the weight of a natural catastrophe we’ve seen far too often in this region, as waters rise and cries grow faint. It chokes not in the noose of human hate, but of weather’s wrath.
But Houston is, above all else, quintessentially Texan.
And Texans, above all else, never give up, never give in, and always, we rise again.