God is on a roof in New Orleans, waiting to be plucked off. God is in the streets of New Orleans, trying to keep order as a lone policeman in a mob of looters. God is in the Superdome, hot and sweaty in a fetid atmosphere. And God is the National Guardsman trying to help people there. God is the woman with all her possessions in two plastic bags in Slidell. God is the woman stranded in Mississippi, unable to buy gas from a pump that can’t pump, unable to go forward, unable to go backward. “Lord, when did we see you?,” the people ask at Judgment Day, in Matthew 25. Look around Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama: you’ll see God. What do we do now? We help. We help in any way we can.