If Yellowstone is Really Ready to Explode

If Yellowstone is Really Ready to Explode

I read a report yesterday about the increase in seismic activity around the globe. A slew of volcanoes around the world blew their tops in the past few days. There have been a number of earthquakes. Most concerning for America is that geologists are seeing activity at Yellowstone they’ve never seen before. A river started boiling, steam has been coming out of places it shouldn’t, and Old Faithful has been working overtime.

In case you didn’t know, Yellowstone is sitting on top of a super volcano that, if it explodes, could wipe out a large portion of North America. As I thought about what that would mean my super giant ego started thinking, Surely I’d be fine. God wouldn’t allow anything bad to happen to me. He has big plans for me.

But then I started thinking about the millions of people throughout time who God has allowed to perish in natural disasters. Sure, I boldly sang “I’m gonna be a history maker in this land!” back in the day along with Delirious. But what if God decides that I’ll make history as being one of the nameless millions that died in a super volcano eruption in 2016.

That immediately led to a sense of relief. I feel better since all hope is lost. We aren’t getting out alive folks. And since we might just die in a sea of lava and ash before the month is out maybe we should all make the most of today and do some courageous things. Make that apology. Apply for that job. Write that book.

If, by chance, we don’t happen to get swept away in a volcano eruption this April I’m very certain you won’t regret the courageous steps you took.

Courage is almost a contradiction in terms. It means a strong desire to live taking the form of a readiness to die. ‘He that will lose his life, the same shall save it,’ is not a piece of mysticism for saints and heroes. It is a piece of everyday advice for sailors or mountaineers… A soldier surrounded by enemies, if he is to cut his way out, needs to combine a strong desire for living with a strange carelessness about dying. He must not merely cling to life, for then he will be a coward, and will not escape. – G.K. Chesterton