The Earthquake and the Hurricane

On Friday, I was mowing the church lawn as I learned in Seminary, and one of our neighbors walked across the street to me.  He said, "You're the pastor, right?"  And I told him I was.  He proceeded to tell me that he is from the Dominican Republic, and he lived through three hurricanes there, and what we received was nothing -- that God had moved it aside and gave us a warning, rather than destroying us.  The warning, he explained, was that New Jersey had better not endorse homosexual weddings, as New York has done, or God will wipe us out.