Cordova, Alabama, is a very proud but poor town. Coming from Birmingham, it is like visiting another world. In a sense I think people like myself grow up, leave, and forget just exactly how great the general need there is. Even though I would visit my grandparents and see the need and not totally forget, I never knew what I should DO if anything about what I would see.
It may sound odd but I think this town is not evidence of God's wrath but of God's mercy on the people there. Instead of letting this town be forgotten, He remembered them. As in the song "Blessings" by Laura Story, "And what if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise?" I have visited twice - once to hand out food and cold drinks, and both times to take in donations to help. I am gathering up more to donate more. I was amazed at all that had been given already, but know that there is still more need.
Cordova, you are loved and not forgotten.