Tragedy on the Potomac River, Again

I had in mind to post an end-of-January piece focused on a fun photo of me. With this week’s horrific air collision in Washington, DC  I won’t write so lightheartedly. News of the deadly crash hit hard when I heard it late Wednesday night, not just because I don’t like flying but because it reminded me of a previous Potomac River air disaster.

Until my husband and I relocated to North Carolina four years ago, I had lived in the DC metro area my entire life, except for college. Over those decades, I recall several airplane tragedies. During my high school years, a passenger jet crashed into a small mountain in bad weather on approach to Dulles Airport. All 92 occupants died in the accident. Most recently, prior to this week, all are very familiar with American Airlines Flight 77, originating from Dulles Airport, which terrorist hijackers slammed into the Pentagon on September 11, 2001. The crash killed the 64 people on board and another 125 people in the Pentagon. It was an intense experience being in the Washington area during that time. My husband had occasional work meetings in the Pentagon, but he was not there that day; we knew folks who were. The next day schools were closed, and I remember driving to a  meeting with my kids, seeing black smoke still spiraling from the crash site.

The more vivid memory I have, however, was the passenger airliner that crashed shortly after takeoff into the frozen Potomac River during a snowstorm on January 13, 1982. I was a young teacher living in the Maryland suburbs then. A family hired me to take care of their kids and home while they took a short winter getaway to Florida. There was news of a plane crash, so we turned on the TV. Live coverage showed a partially submerged airplane and heroic rescue attempts in blizzard conditions. In the end, five passengers survived but there were 74 fatalities, including four motorists who were killed on a bridge as the plane stalled out of the sky due to a deicing failure. Watching that disaster unfold in an area I was so familiar with left an indelible impression.

National Airport, as it was called then, was not far from the Arlington VA home where I grew up. My Dad’s journalist career required travel not infrequently. Usually, we dropped Dad off or picked him up from the airport as it was so close. A scenic parkway parallels the Potomac River and goes directly to the airport. Across the river is the iconic Washington DC skyline including the Washington Monument and the US Capitol. At the end of the airport runway is a riverfront park where folks gather to watch planes takeoff and land right overhead! I went many times as a child, and we took our own kids there too.

But this week that beautiful spot became the site of a tragedy again. We hear the stories of those on board who were lost, and it is heartbreaking. We lost three active-duty military too. As in all such tragedies, there is the ‘why’question, even why did God let this happen? I have no easy answer. Where I must rest when the incomprehensible happens is in the sovereignty of God. In His providence, God provides goodness and blessing that are above expectation, but in God’s sovereignty there comes that which is tragic and unfair. I do not think we will understand all that God allows this side of eternity, but I try to view it as Job did, “Shall we indeed accept [only] good from God and not [also] accept adversity and disaster?” (Job 2 v 10, Amplified Bible).  Jesus left us with this promise, “In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” John 16 v 33

Gravelly Point is a riverfront park at the north end of the runway at Reagan National Airport. We enjoyed the amazing experience of planes landing or taking off overhead. This is my husband at that spot.

 

Our God Is A Consuming Fire

As footage of the devastating California wildfires filled our screens these last two weeks, these words of Scripture came to mind: “Our God is a consuming fire” (Deuteronomy 4 v 24  and Hebrews 12 v 29). Thinking of those Biblical words, one might think that God is burning up California for some reason, possibly judgement. It is true throughout Scripture that God judges sin and disobedience, but we cannot confirm God’s intent in this natural disaster. The statement “Our God is a consuming fire” must be considered with the entire text of the Bible, Scripture’s whole counsel.

The Bible is a long book, a collection of sixty-six books actually, written over a lengthy period of time by men inspired and directed by God to encode His Word. One (or two) verses isolated without context and without the study of related Scriptures can lead to erroneous conclusions. It is equally important not to dismiss a Scripture, tossing a truth out as irrelevant when it seems misplaced. Both are dangerous extremes. So how does a reader of the Bible understand its right meaning? See my blog Pages tab, How to Read the Bible, for suggestions.

So, what about God and fire? Fire can be, as I mentioned earlier, God’s judgment of sin. God also used fire as a protection against cold and danger (Haynes). God’s powerful glory sometimes manifests itself in a blaze. Eternal separation from God, hell, is a “lake of fire.” Burning is also a cruel form of persecution, from New Testament times continuing even today. God’s word promises “when you walk through the fire, you will not be burned” (Isaiah 43 v 2) but Christians were torched in Roman times, burned at the stake in more recent centuries, and today are burned out of their homes or bombed during worship services. Martyrs lose their earthly lives but gain eternal glory in Jesus’ presence. It is a reality I struggle with, but we should be aware as Scripture warns: “Beloved, do not be surprised at the fiery trial when it comes upon you to test you” (1 Peter 4 v 12).

We visited the Martyrs’ Memorial in Oxford, England honoring three ministers burned at the stake in 1555.

The loss of life and property in California saddens us, as did Hurricane Helene’s destruction in the eastern US last fall. We know the winds “obey” God as they did for Jesus on the Sea of Galilee. Therefore, we lean into His Sovereignty in disasters with compassion and generosity.

Haynes, Clarence L. “Why God is a “Consuming Fire”? The Meaning of Hebrews 12:29.” BibleStudyTools.com  October 13, 2023.

Open Doors (opendoorsus.org) and Voice of the Martyrs (www.persecution.com) are excellent Christian resources to keep abreast of current persecution.

The Man from Plains

The late summer that I began my freshman year at Wheaton College, Jimmy Carter was the Democratic nominee for President. As the family station wagon headed off to take me to Illinois, we stopped at National Airport, now named Reagan National, to pick up the first copies of my Dad’s new book, The Man From Plains – The Mind and Spirit of Jimmy Carter. My Dad had quickly drafted the book in the spring of 1976. I remember his research and investigative trips, including one to Plains and to a news conference in Chicago, where I had the privilege of accompanying him.  The book was published in time for the final months of the election. We excitedly flipped through the new book, and I came upon the dedication: “To Brenda whose interests kindled my own.”

The dedication page.

In my high school senior year U.S. government class, we studied the election process real time. My teacher, Mrs. Laura Crites, was extraordinary for her expertise and passion for her subject. She taught with admirable dignity and stayed completely nonpartisan. One of our class assignments was to write a nomination speech for a candidate: I wrote a speech for Jimmy Carter. I do not recall anything about the speech I wrote, but what was happening at the time was a public fascination about a successful politician with down-home style, from the back woods of Georgia, who spoke openly of his Baptist roots and professed his faith in Jesus for life changing salvation. This was quite different from the usual staid, mostly Protestant, nominal church membership that most American politicians professed at that time*. Jimmy Carter, instead, was an outspoken Christian who continued to teach an adult Sunday School class when he could be back at his home church in Plains, Georgia.

The rest is history, as they say. Jimmy Carter was elected as the 39th President of the United States, for one term. Foreign policy challenges marked his Presidency. I finished a degree at Wheaton College over those four years, considering a political science major, but ended up with a degree in Elementary Education. My father never authored another book but continued his journalist career. His book had faced opposition by acquaintances who thought he should have written about the Republican nominee. I do not think The Man From Plains sought to endorse Carter as a candidate; it merely provided a study of his life up to that point, concentrating on the overt Christian faith Carter professed.

Jimmy Carter went on to found Habitat for Humanity, a nonprofit organization “that helps families build and improve places to call home.” He returned to Plains, Georgia to live and probably to teach Sunday School. I had an encounter with him once, many years after his Presidency. He hosted a book signing at our local Walmart. I decided to go over to see if I could get my copy of Dad’s book signed by him. When the staffer handed former President Carter my book, I hollered out, “My Dad wrote that book.” He answered back, “Tell him to come see me in Plains,” and he signed my book!

Jimmy Carter’s signature in my copy  of  Dad’s book.

Jimmy Carter leaves a legacy of faith and service. From his open Christian testimony on the campaign trail, to his inaugural address based on Biblical text Micah 6 v 8, to his work for those in need of housing, he publicly expressed his faith, and its resulting personal transformation*. I believe his boldness helped the broad public, including the press, understand that knowing Jesus makes a difference in someone’s life.  For those of you who know me and my family personally, my father is facing a serious health diagnosis. We are grateful for his full life, his noteworthy career in journalism, and his legacy of faith in the Lord Jesus Christ. Thank you for your prayers.

*Based on content from Kucharsky, David.  The Man From Plains,  Harper and Row Publishers, New York:  1976.

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