Pastor's Blog
Flint: "I Was Thirsty And You Gave Me Nothing To Drink" Poor Flint, Michigan. But then, maybe
that’s their problem. They are poor. An African American majority. No money. No lobbyists. No political power. So nobody pays attention—until recently, that is. Since April, 2014, when their city switched its water source from Lake Huron to the Flint River (to save money), residents of this city of 100,000 “began complaining of burning skin, hand tremors, hair loss, even seizures. Children were being diagnosed with anemia. Parents were finding strange red splotches on their hands and faces” (TIME 2-1-16 p 34). Their drinking water was changing colors—from blue to green to beige, brown and yellow. And it smelled like gasoline,
some said. Others described it as the inside of a fish market. “Melissa Mays, a 37-year-old mother of four, says her hair started to fall out in clumps, clogging the shower drain. She broke out in rashes and developed a respiratory infection, coughing up phlegm that tasted like cleaning products” (ibid.)...read more by Dwight Nelson,
Lead Pastor
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