It was a normal Sunday morning in Sherwood, Ore., with breakfast preparations being made before going off to Sunday School.
Our kitchen table was at a window that gave us a magificent view of Mount St. Helens. Many weeks prior to this morning, we had observed the mountain puffing and letting off occasional spurts of steam. As I stood near the table and looked toward the mountain, a huge eruption spewed upward. We were in awe. We knew immediately this was different from anything we had previously seen.
I called the local radio station to alert them that the mountain was REALLY erupting, only to be told: "Oh, that is happening often, and people are always calling us."
Ten to fifteen minutes passed before the radio station finally came out with the official announcement that the mountain had blown its top!