Some Things You Don’t Play With

In 1969, in Pass Christian, Mississippi, a group of people were preparing to have a “hurricane party” in the face of a storm named Camille. We don’t know if these folks were overconfident, overzealous or simply overly intoxicated.

by Jeff Dunn on September 13, 2019

Some Things You Don’t Play With

In 1969, in Pass Christian, Mississippi, a group of people were preparing to have a “hurricane party” in the face of a storm named Camille. We don’t know if these folks were overconfident, overzealous or simply overly intoxicated.

What we do know is that the wind was howling outside the posh Richelieu Apartments when Police Chief Jerry Peralta pulled up sometime after dark. Facing the beach less than 250 feet from the surf, the apartments were directly in the line of danger. A man with a drink in his hand came out to the second-floor balcony and waved. Peralta yelled up, “You all need to clear out of here as quickly as you can. The storm’s getting worse.” But as others joined the man on the balcony, they just laughed at Peralta’s order to leave. “This is my land,” one of them yelled back. “If you want me off, you’ll have to arrest me.”

Peralta didn’t arrest anyone, but he wasn’t able to convince them to leave either. He wrote down the names of the next of kin of the twenty or so people who gathered there to party through the storm. They laughed as he took their names. They had been warned, but they had no intention of leaving.

It was 10:15 p.m. when the front wall of the storm came ashore. Scientists clocked Camille’s wind speed at more than 205 miles-per-hour, the strongest on record at that time. Raindrops hit with the force of bullets, and waves off the Gulf Coast crested between twenty-two and twenty-eight feet high.

News reports later showed that the worst damage came at the little settlement of motels, go-go bars, and gambling houses known as Pass Christian, Mississippi, where some twenty people were killed at a hurricane party in the Richelieu Apartments. Nothing was left of that three-story structure but the foundation; the only survivor was a five-year-old boy found clinging to a mattress the following day.

There are some things you don’t play with.

Hurricanes are one of those things.

This Sunday we are going to talk about something else you shouldn’t play with … the will of God.

Too many of us are like these people in Mississippi waiting for the hurricane. We spend our days laughing and playing, ignoring the warnings and the signs until finally it’s too late.

I don’t know about you, but that idea terrifies me.

Let’s dig into the word of God. Let’s seek Him in prayer while He may be found.

Let’s listen before it’s too late.

Cause there’s some things you don’t play with.