Focolare Movement

Hurricane Harvey unleashes fury in Texas

Aug 29, 2017

We received this message from a member of the Focolare community in Houston: “We live near downtown Houston. Many of our streets have become like rivers. Images of our neighbourhood are shown with the city centre skyline in the background. Fortunately we live on an elevated street, but the people who live below are all […]

HurricaneHarveyWe received this message from a member of the Focolare community in Houston: “We live near downtown Houston. Many of our streets have become like rivers. Images of our neighbourhood are shown with the city centre skyline in the background. Fortunately we live on an elevated street, but the people who live below are all being evacuated. Many of the homes of our community members are destroyed. One of us who is a nurse is stranded at the hospital, along with four others, and no one can have access because the streets around the district are flooded. Emergency teams are working round the clock, taking turns to eat and rest. The saddest thing is that many of the people who are affected are elderly. There is nothing we can do to help at the moment because we are totally isolated. Thank you for your prayers.”  

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