All Quiet on the Western Front

Nothing has happened in the last couple days. Just watching the nuclear reactor. That hasn't been too interesting. It wouldn't reach us up here (or so I've been told).

I got to talk to my friend in Sendai last night. It was surreal hearing him talk about what happened when the quake hit and what it's been like the last couple of days. Praise God the tsunami didn't hit his apartment...or his school. I could sense a peace in his voice, even amidst the craziest week of his life. He told me God doesn't change, and I knew he was right. I just wonder if I would say the same if I were in his shoes. Because he'll run out of food in his apartment in about a week. They have no electricity or gas or water at his school that turned into a shelter. There's no gas for cars, no food in the city, no electricity for miles around. The craziest thing was that he didn't know what was going on in the rest of Japan because they've been in the dark (literally and figuratively) and shut off from the country. I was so relieved to hear his voice and to talk to him for a while. God doesn't change. He is still good. He is still in control. He is still God.