Survivors
At first I wanted to call this chapter "Victims," but that cheapened the people I wrote about. I decided on "Survivors" because so many of the people herein were seized by an outside force, terrified or damaged, and let loose to try and live again. I like these people because of their backbone. I do not mind that some of them became haters. Some of them had a right.
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Tried by Deadly Tornado, An Anchor of Faith Holds
New York Times , April 3, 1994
DATELINE: Piedmont, Ala., April 2
This is a place where grandmothers hold babies on their laps under the stars and whisper in their ears that the lights in the sky are holes in the floor of heaven. This is a place where the song
"Jesus Loves Me" has rocked generations to sleep, and heaven is not a concept, but a destination.
Yet in this place where many things, even storms, are viewed as God's will, people strong in their faith and their children have died in, of all places, a church.
"We are trained from birth not to question God," said 23-year-old Robyn Tucker King of
Piedmont, where 20 people, including six children, were killed when a tornado tore through the
Goshen United Methodist Church on Palm Sunday.
"But why?" she said. "Why a church? Why those little children? Why? Why? Why?"
The destruction of this little country church and the deaths, including the pastor's vivacious 4year-old daughter, have shaken the faith of many people who live in this deeply religious corner of Alabama, about 80 miles northeast of Birmingham.

It is not that it has turned them against God. But it has hurt them in a place usually safe from hurt, like a bruise on the soul.
They saw friends and family crushed in what they believed to be the safest place on earth, then carried away on makeshift stretchers of splintered church pews. They saw two other nearby churches destroyed, those congregations somehow spared while funerals for Goshen went on all week and the obituaries filled an entire page in the local paper.
But more troubling than anything, said the people who lost friends and family in the Goshen church, were the tiny patent-leather children's shoes scattered in the ruin. They were new Easter shoes, bought especially for church.
"If that don't shake your faith," said Michael Spears, who works at Lively's Food Market in downtown Piedmont, "nothing will."
The minister of the Goshen church, the Rev. Kelly Clem, her face covered with bruises from the fallen roof, buried her daughter Hannah on Wednesday. Of all people, she understands how hurtful it is to have the walls of the church broken down.
"This might shake people's faith for a long time," said Mrs. Clem, who led a congregation of
140 on the day of the storm. "I think that is normal. But having your faith shaken is not the same as losing it."
Ministers here believe that the churches will be more crowded than usual on Easter Sunday.
Some will come for blessings, but others expect an answer.
Mrs. Clem and her husband, Dale, who is also a minister, do not believe God sent the storm that killed their daughter and 40 other people across the Southeast in a few short hours that day.
The Clems make a distinction between God's laws and the laws of nature, something theologians have debated for years: what does God control, and not control?
The people here know only that they have always trusted in the kindness and mercy of God and that their neighbors died in His house while praising His name. It only strengthens the faith in some people, who believe that those who die inside any church will find the gates of heaven open wide.
Others are confused. Beyond the sadness and pain is a feeling of something lost, maybe forever.
"It was church," said Jerri Kernes, delivering flowers to a funeral home where the dead and their families filled every room.
"It isn't supposed to happen in church."

The blooming dogwood trees stand out like lace in the dark pine barrens in the hills around
Piedmont. The landscape is pastoral, mountain ridges and rolling hills divided by pastures of fat cows and red-clay fields that will soon be high cotton and sweet corn.
The people, the children of farmers, mill workers, carpenters and steelworkers, now make tires at the Goodyear plant in Gadsden, spin yarn at the cotton mill and process poultry for Tyson
Foods Inc., which is known here as just the chicken plant.
Yet, Piedmont, population 5,200, depending on who is home, exists in the failed economic promise of the New South. The roof on the empty brickyard has rusted through, and the pretty little train station on the Selma, Rome & Dalton line is just for show. The cotton mill just had a new round of layoffs.
As economic uncertainty grows, the people go to the altar for hope, said Vera Stewart,
Piedmont's 70-year-old Mayor. Piedmont, after all, has two doctors' offices but 20 churches.
"As long as we have our faith, we are as strong as our faith," Mrs. Stewart said. "Because no matter how dark it is, if I have faith, I have a song in the night."
But in the long days since last Sunday, when the sky opened, she, too, has felt that belief tremble. What all the troubles of the everyday failed to do, one sudden, violent moment did.
Tornadoes snapped 200-year-old trees and ruined houses and lives in five states. Goshen was the centerpiece of an agony shared by Spring Garden, Rock Run, Possum Trot, Bennefield's Gap,
Knighten's Crossroad and Webster's Chapel. At Mount Gilead Church, about 10 miles from
Goshen, the wind pulled tombstones from the earth and smashed them.
People here are accustomed to the damage that the winds do, but what happened at the Goshen church last Sunday was off the scale of their experience. Rescue workers found neighbors limp and broken on the ground, and strong men sobbed like babies in the arms of other men when the last of the living and dead had been dug from the rubble.
In a makeshift morgue in the National Guard Armory, one volunteer wiped the faces of the dead children before zipping up the body bags. The bags were too long, and had to be rolled up from the bottom.
But in the days after, the shock started to wear off, and the pride took hold again. So, when the truckloads of donated food and clothes arrived, some of the needy refused aid because they did not earn it with their own sweat.
Sam Goss runs a filling station, and believes in heaven the same way he believes that walking in the Coosa River will get him wet.

Mr. Goss, 49, stood in a line 50 yards long to pay respects to the dead at the town's largest funeral home. He smoked a cigarette, cried and talked of going to Glory.
He was a friend of Derek Watson, who died with his wife, Glenda Kay, and their 18-year-old daughter, Jessica. Mr. Goss said Derek, who worked at the Super Valu, had not planned to go to church that day but changed his mind.
"Maybe that's what people mean when they say God works in mysterious ways," Mr. Goss said. "I know the boy. He could not have lived if his wife and child were gone."
It is the same reason, he said, that God took both Ruth Peek, 64, and Cicero Peek, 72.
"It's hard not to question God in this," he said. "But they say there ain't no tears in heaven.
We're the ones left to hurt. You see, God took them because he knew they were ready to go. He's just giving all the rest of us a second chance."
The first step toward healing might have been in a funeral processional for a child.
In life, 4-year-old Hannah Clem had been a dancer and painter and singer.
In death she has become a focus of the question why.
For three days Kelly and Dale Clem worked for their friends and parishioners and swallowed their own pain, gracious and strong. They did not shake their fist at heaven, but told Vice
President Al Gore that a better storm warning system might have saved lives.
It was wind and not God, they said, that killed their daughter.
"My God is a God of hope," Mr. Clem said. "It is never his will for anyone to die."
It is a departure from the Christian mainstream belief that God controls all. But then so is Mrs.
Clem herself, a female minister with a growing congregation in a small town in the Deep South.
On Wednesday, she followed Hannah's tiny white and pink casket up the aisle at the First
United Methodist Church in Anniston, 20 miles from Goshen. Members of her congregation and old friends filled the church.
"People have asked, why did it happen in a church," said the Rev. Bobby Green, in his service.
"There is no reason. Our faith is not determined by reason. Our faith is undergirded by belief, when there is no reason."
In the Bible, Palm Sunday is a day of destruction, not hope, he said. Hope comes later, on
Easter Sunday.
The 400 mourners stood and said the Lord's Prayer. Then, Hannah's coffin was moved slowly back down the aisle to the hearse. The organist played "Jesus Loves Me."