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. . .













Wednesday, April 2, 2008

For Miss Mildred

Miss Mildred is living out of state with her daughter until her house is finished, today we did all her insulation.
Before
After

Miss Mildred's neighbor





Our missionary neighbors






Family



Welcome to Wednesday in Waveland! Today was certainly a treat as Rev. Bob Rambo, the District Superintendent from Starkville, MS, traveled 5 hrs early this morning to join in our rebuilding efforts, worked with us all day and then traveled back home. I met Bob and his lovely wife, Susie, when I attended the Katrina Conference for United Methodists held in New Orleans this past September. Bob said he was so impressed we were coming back for a second trip that he'd make every effort to add his support to our team. And he did! Bob is in the center of the pic with Jay Sowell, co-lay leader for Hollywood UMC next to him. Having Bob with us was really special for those working on Miss Mildred's house, as he gave folks another perspective plus a helping hand to our task of insulating the ceilings and walls. Bob also told us that while there are certainly homes and communities being resurrected, a harsh reality exists -- including increased suicidal rates, depression and folks burning out, as well as financial funds/grants drying up. Everyone is taking a hit and it is the churches (and their volunteers) that are providing hope. THANK YOU BOB for taking time out of your hectic schedule, honoring your commitment to share time with us and backing your talk with acts. Becky Stambaugh shared a moment with us during the devotion that was especially moving. She talked with a resident of Waveland who thanked her and our team for being here, and said that while only 2,000 citizens now reside in this community out of the original 8,000 before Hurricane Katrina, the surrounding cities of Waveland, Bay St. Louis and Diamondhead have become a very strong family by taking care of each other through the thick and the thin. They choose to overcome the odds and rise above all obstacles. What an example for all of us! Lastly...if you read blogs from last year or talked with our team members, you know that we found a few minutes each evening to go to Sonic. Well...tonight I decided to add a photo of our hang-out. :-) Blessings! -- Mark






Team Work

My team....'The Little Miss Sunshine Team' so named as we nearly left Bill behind running after the van one day due to enthusiasm to get working, consists of myself, Rick, Victoria, Johnny, Bill and Rev Dave...now known as The Vicar!!!! He can explain later.

We have had a difficult set of tasks as on Monday we arrived at a house that basically needed experts in carpentry, electrics, plumbing, building, painting, cleaning, garden work and organization. Now imagine the characters involved and you might think that was impossible. So did we on our first day...but guess what, with a little help from the 'Navy Seals' as we call them.....the wonderful, experienced team from Chico, patience, which was definitely God sent and team work we finished the house today...and by that I do not mean we finished it as in 'wrecked' it but we walked out knowing that the oven was working, the washing machine and dryer were fitted, the vanity top was installed, all the power was on, showers fixed, closets built, kitchen sink in, yard cleared, walls painted, doors caulked (not corked as I first thought everyone was saying,) shower doors up and working, interior fittings fitted, cabinets built, base boards and trim added, fridge working and we still had time for lunch and one sonic break.....(ice cream.)

And yes, we did have frustrations.....well it's difficult to use an electric saw when you are doing carpentry when those working on electricity have to turn off all the power, or, every time a new task begins you needed a completely different set of tools...which could only be found back at base or at Lowes (a drive away)......I didn't know our Vicar had such a passion for Lowes but I think he frequented it about six times today....or so he said:) So yes, we have frustrations as unskilled people, trying to do tasks often without the exact tools...but it's amazing how we laugh and scream from second to second together, still care for one another (and dare I say love each other as we get closer through our work and conversations) and somehow, perhaps as a rather disfunctional team.....we are achieving 'miracles.'

I am so proud of our team, so proud of our work, and so proud to be here learning new skills and drawing closer to the people I am working with. Yet another gift from God.

WWJE

I'm sitting in the rec room with Norma, Betty, Becky and RevDave just relaxing. A major contingent of folks have gone off to Sonic for LimeAdes. Linda just walked in. She's clearly picked up a bleach contact high from cleaning the bathroom. Becky just broke out the chocolate. Some group left 3 boxes of Ghiradelli Chocolate. RevDave is not being shy about digging right in. I'll be sure to check the bottom of any chocolate I pick up. Did I say 3 boxes... make that 2 boxes now.

This is where the magic happens. Hard to believe the major topic is what to feed the troops Friday night. There have been some rumors/concerns about the amount of cheese in the meals. Also, the word "surprise" often appears in the title of said meals. There have been requests for the Wal-Mart shoppers to pickup all-bran and prune juice. So we're taking an online poll to see what we should have for dinner. This is not limited to Mississippi Missionaries. If you'd like to play the home version of our Friday Night Dinner Poll please post your comments and suggestions. but do it soon because the kitchen crew is anxiously awaiting your responses.

What would you like us to eat? And remember ... WWJE

The above has been a group blog provided by Becky, Betty, Norma, RevDave & Chuck

Time to go?

First, last night's blog about gifts left out one critical one. John has once again provided comfort in the form of the tube of cortisone cream he gave me last year for all of my bug bites, which has returned to Mississippi with me this year and is seeing service. So he's helping without even being here.

Okay. I'm exhausted. We installed insulation today, and I worked on the ceiling. It was hot, humid, hard, and insulation is nasty stuff to handle and inhale. Stephanie says I probably have "the black lung". And this was on top of the heavy lifting yesterday, and the chronic lack of sleep.

I miss my wife (Hi, Rae, I miss you!)

I just prefer being home, really.

We only have two days of work left, then we head home on Saturday. I should be looking forward to it. And I am looking forward to being home. But I'm not looking forward to leaving.

I remember this feeling from last year. We're not done. The houses we're working in aren't ready to be moved into yet. There are many other people whose homes are still in process. And there are people who've been out of their homes for 2 and a half years whose new homes haven't even been started. I know we can't put everyone back into their homes before we go, but it doesn't help.

We'll do all we can the next two days. And then what?

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Random Snaps

New life is everywhere.



This building (a school I think) is 3 miles inland.



Debris still in the trees... 2 and a half years later.



Mennonite missionaries taking a stroll.



That ain't rain on Jay's shirt... It's hard work.



RevDave in action.

Grant's Place