Wednesday, April 9, 2008

#42

WOW! It's hard to believe that the MISSISSIPPI MISSION TRIP is over.
7 days never seemed so short...or so long.

While we have arrived safe and sound back in LA, I think all of us also have left a little bit of ourselves in Waveland.

While there were certainly many moments of transformation during our trip, the highlight for me was our evening of supper, sharing and singing with some of the local residents of Waveland and the Amish/Mennonite folks from C.A.R.E. who were also staying at Gulfside Assembly.

After the evening meal the floor was opened up for people to tell their stories, share their pain, pray for hope, and thank God for the service of so many volunteers. We heard first hand accounts of the day of the storm and many stories of help and healing that followed

Once we were "storied-out" we began to sing. The Amish had brought their hymnals on the trip and we joined them, as best we could, in singing some of their favorite hymns.

The closing hymn was especially poignant for me. Since a number of the Amish folk were leaving the next day and we would be leaving in 2 days, everyone agreed that it should be something appropriate so "God Be With You 'till We Meet Again" was chosen.

Here are a few of the verses:

God be with you till we meet again;
By His counsels guide, uphold you,
With His sheep securely fold you;
God be with you till we meet again.

God be with you till we meet again;
Neath His wings protecting hide you;
Daily manna still provide you;
God be with you till we meet again.

God be with you till we meet again;
When life’s perils thick confound you;
Put His arms unfailing round you;
God be with you till we meet again.

God be with you till we meet again;
Keep love’s banner floating o’er you,
Strike death’s threatening wave before you;
God be with you till we meet again.


You can see how this hymn served as a perfect final farewell to our new found friends.

Becky and I were particularly moved by this hymn. 5 years ago, when we arrived at UCSP (the church we were at before HUMC), we would sing this hymn at the end of each service as our Song of Benediction. So for us #42 not only stirred up memories of friends and family, but also served as a prayer for all of our NEW friends with whom we shared a truly special week.

So for anyone still reading in NJ, PA, MS, or CA:

"God be with you till we meet again!"

RevDave

Monday, April 7, 2008

Back To Reality?

Back to Reality?

Being in Waveland this year felt more like home than LA. There was so much love, familiar faces and TRUTH….something that seems to be missing here in the Entertainment Capital of the World.

After writing my first blog on ‘stuff’ I nearly went back on line to delete it the following day as I was concerned that maybe some of my assumptions were inappropriate. But as the week progressed these assumptions were confirmed over and over again. Loss of materialism had brought this community closer together. There was greater love and concern for one another and I heard several times; ‘We are better off than we were before Katrina hit.”

Sadly, the suicide rates are on the increase and yes there is evidence of post traumatic stress, but overall the people I connected with are healing. They feel blessed. They talk of God’s love and have a value to life that the materialistic will never truly comprehend.

Nature is back. The sea, which was so still last year pounds the sand with life, the pelicans now surf the water and man is active;- Katrina cottages grace the land, roads are being repaired, new sewer pipes laid…..there is rebuilding wherever you look. (I am referring to Waveland and not the 9th quarter in New Orleans which, as the pictures below show and Mark writes….is a very different story.)

To worship with the Armish community (our neighbors) who have given a seven year commitment to help rebuild Mississippi, gave me such joy. Here was a group of people who understand the true nature of God. Without the distractions of electricity, video games or the internet, they work the land, educate themselves in the ways of nature and understand that God is found through loving their neighbor as themselves; That it is through the pursuit of love and action (or Faith in Action as James puts it in the Bible ….thank you Vicar Dave) that the real spirituality of God can be attained.. Compare them with a group of people, whose lives revolve around marketing of themselves, looking good and the pursuit of money (the LA crowd…no offence…..myself included.) Add to this combination the local residents who joined us that night to share their stories of loss due to Katrina and you really began to see God’s hand at work. What brought these diverse people together? A tragedy!!! A need to help, love and support!!! What love was in that room. How often would you expect to see the Armish mixed with Hollywood fanatics and local people from Mississippi. But we were brought together, despite our differences, through one horrific event and the need to help and heal. The joy I had that night, in unity with everyone in that room, could not compare with anything that money has ever bought me.

It is easy to write in such a positive way as there was much to be glad about compared to last year. I revisited Ray Parnell and his family who are now in their new home and it gave me a sense of completion to see the results of last year’s labor. Their house was filled with the sound of laughter. They welcomed me like long lost family and were upset that they could not take me out to dinner to thank me. They laden me with gifts but their greatest gift was the love they gave me in that single moment. I had been part of putting together these people’s lives. Through them I felt whole.

The community is stronger and is growing. But my concern is that there is still much to be done, though not so apparent and not necessarily in the areas of house building.
Money is not as abundantly available as it was last year and there seemed to be less urgency. Life, while settling back to some semblance of normality for many, still is a rocky road for others. (Dorothy from last year....despite her house having been completed, has still not moved into her new home.) Like a wound that is bandaged the hidden damage is still there underneath and I fear there is much left untouched. It is just not so obvious. The simple presence of the church has kept these families motivated and believing. As the churches and charities leave, following the footsteps of the government agencies, I fear there are many who will be left on the wayside. And if that is the case the suicides will continue to rise. We, as a church need to stay vigilant to the needs of those in Waveland….and if we do get the opportunity to return next year it may not necessarily be primarily to rebuild homes….(the money may well be exhausted.)…The trip would be more about showing that the world still cares and we are there to help rebuild the communities, hearts and faith of a people who many have already forgotten.

I hope that once the basic needs of those in Waveland are met that the community will be able to rebuild itself, but let us not turn our backs on them, satisfied that we built a few houses and now everything will be ok. The damage is deep and our presence down there still offers a light. There are many who still do not have a home or a job and/or are mourning the loss of loved ones. They still need prayer and support to rebuild themselves.

Keep Waveland in your prayers and guide our spiritual leaders in making decisions re. our commitment in the years to come. As Mark says, if we sense there is a need, we should follow our call and continue to put our faith into action.

The Lower Ninth









Sunday, April 6, 2008

Back in LA

It's Sunday. We're back in LA -- exhausted and running on fumes. I woke up this morning at the crack of dawn (after getting home past midnight) ready to jump out of the bunk and dry-wall. Regardless of what fumes I'm on, there's certainly a feeling of accomplishment by the team. We've added our hard work, care and love to an area of the country still reeling from the aftermath of a hurricane that struck over two and a half years ago.
On Friday during our lunch break, a few of us visited Miss Lilly, whose house we dry-walled and mudded last year. Unfortunately, the house remains unfinished. Absolutely mind-boggling. Yet…Miss Lilly remains positive, upbeat and hopeful (and smiling in the picture w/ Johnny, Stephanie and me). As we drove away from her property though, it was unsettling to think something so close to being completed over a year ago hasn’t been. It's just not right.

Yesterday, on the road back to New Orleans, we swung through the Lower Ninth Ward. The devastation was unfathomable. Most of the population in this section of the city haven’t returned to their former homes. Why not? Because there’s nothing to return to! Ruefully neglected would be putting it kindly, and the blame can’t be placed on the residents – at least in my opinion. They have relocated for good reason. The shame lies in the lack of action by those in leadership – from all sides.
How is it that the richest country in the world hasn’t taken care of its own? In one of the worst natural disasters we’ve experienced as a nation, immediate and full action should’ve happened. The coastline of Mississippi, Louisiana and Alabama should’ve been cleared, cleaned and re-constructed. It isn’t – by any means of the imagination. As I mentioned in one of my earlier blogs, progress has certainly been made,…by inches…not by feet or yards. And the financial aid is about to run out from organizations such as the Red Cross and Samaritan’s Purse. “Out of sight, out of mind” is what these people in the South are experiencing.

To return to Waveland has been an honor. As team leader, I was extremely pleased and proud to work side-by-side with this diverse team of 14 from Hollywood UMC (and one from Westwood UMC, one from North Hollywood UMC and one from Grace UMC [Iowa]). We left from LA with few work skills between us. At the outset, we had three cooks to oversee the kitchen. That was our strength skill-wise. We ventured forth on faith – utterly and completely. By week’s end though, our strength became the unity of spirit and the tenacity of seeing a job done well. We left this place in better shape than we found it, and we personally left in better shape too.

A few days ago, an African-American woman from Camp Gulfside said, “Without the volunteers, these grounds (Waveland) would have remained hollow.” That’s almost frightening to hear and to write. Upon reflection of her words, I challenge folks to read the book of James in the Bible as our team did during this past week. There is so much richness within its contents, it’s difficult to sum it up, but in a nutshell, if you know something is right and needs to be done, what are you waiting for? To know that many are in need, we are each called to act – however and in whatever way possible.



Thank you to all who have thought about us, prayed for us, supported us in this journey. You have enriched and filled our lives, and for that we are eternally grateful. Blessings and peace.
- Mark

Friday, April 4, 2008

Good Night and Good Luck

It's after midnight on our last night here. Most have gone to bed. A few remain awake. Linda is wrapping gifts for two kids she met last year when she worked on their parent's house. Victoria is preparing to write her underground blog (I still haven't read it). And Rick is outside standing on the parking lot holding an umbrella and video camera. It's raining cats and dogs. Thunder and lightning. It's wonderful to see a really, really good thunderstorm. You don't get that much in L.A. This storm is so strong the whole camp vibrates from the thunder. Amazing.

I wish we could stay longer and get more done. Today was a great day for my team as we continued to drywall Miss Mildred's house. We had hoped to get the house completely drywalled by days end but it was not to be. That task will be left to the next team that arrives on Monday. Hopefully these teams will continue to arrive until all the work is done. It takes so long to finish one house but for every one that's finished there are hundreds more that haven't even been started. This will go on for years to come. Thank God for the volunteers. In particular the Methodists and the Amish. They both seem to keep a steady column of Christian soldiers pouring through these camps. Thank God.

I've been warned to shut off the computer due to the electrical storm so I must shove off.

Good bayou, Waveland



Miss Mildred insulation and drywall team



Thursday, April 3, 2008

Today we did drywall for Miss Mildred BEFORE
AFTER
Without James we had to use this. . . we miss you James!
Dynamic Duo
"kinda pretty ain't she"
Waveland animal shelter, kinda cute aren't they.

FEMA trailers have been replaced. . .
with Katrina cottages.


and if your lucky. . .