Sunday, Sept 4, 2005 - the first Sunday after Katrina - I was preaching out at Lake Murray. The sermon included a description of the devastation Katrina left behind, at least what we knew from the news. I had not seen it, had no idea how bad it really was. But I knew that as Christians, we had to respond - with prayer, with food and water, with money, and with our own hands.
Fast forward to December 28 - we arrived in Ocean Springs, MS to spend the next 4 weeks as long term volunteers. We worked with other volunteers at Christus Victor Lutheran Church (http://www.christusvictor.com/ ), some days as many as 250 volunteers. We saw first hand the devastation on the Gulf Coast - clothes hanging 20 feet in the air on tree branches, house foundations or pilings with no house left, and we met many, many people who had no home, no food, and were fast running out of hope.
Fast forward again to this weekend. We participated in an anniversary commemoration at Bethel Lutheran Church in Biloxi, MS. We met several pastors who had lived through Katrina, who shared stories of the storm, and the first several weeks after Katrina. We heard several people remember friends and family who lost their lives, or their homes, to Katrina. We heard the fear in their voices when Ernesto was mentioned - no one was prepared for another storm - not even a small one. They know that the infrastructure is still fragile, they know that their FEMA trailers won't withstand much of a storm, and they don't have anything else.
Tonight, sitting in Mobile and knowing how much damage there was on the Gulf Coast, we watched the NBC anniversary special - which only covered New Orleans. What about the rest of the Gulf Coast? What about their stories? Even here in Alabama, there are families in FEMA trailers, trying to figure out how to rebuild. They had damage from Ivan, then Katrina destroyed what was left, then Rita rubbed salt in the wound.
Much has been done. One of the larger casinos is re-opening in Biloxi this weekend. While I am not a fan of legalized gambling, I am in favor of the hundreds of jobs that the opening brings. Driving through Long Beach and Biloxi yesterday, there are still many, many homes and businesses that have yet to be touched.
President Bush was in Biloxi today - a photo op as 40 families received new homes. We saw the Governor of Alabama last week - another photo op as another shrimp boat was launched in Bayou la Batre. Recovery is happening - a little bit each day, but only a small dent has been put into the recovery. LDR (www.ldr.org) is still predicting 8 years for recovery, and I believe that it is true. Much is left to be done, much help is needed. The saddest part about the anniversary is that most of the volunteer camps are closed due to a lack of volunteers. At the anniversary service in Biloxi, only one volunteer was present. Camp Victor only has a few volunteers; our own LDR site in Bayou la Batre has no volunteers, and none are expected until later in September.
Today, the Gulf Coast breathes a sigh of relief as Ernesto keeps turning more North and the track moves East. In the meantime, the recovery effort continues, one family at a time, one business at a time, a few volunteers at a time.
Monday, August 28, 2006
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Food for Thought
There have long been jokes about Lutherans and food, especially about the Norwegians and their lutefisk, the Germans and their beer, or coffee and jello salads at meetings and potlucks; plus comments like "If you serve food, they will come!" But I have realized that Ray and I have been assigned perhaps the only internship site where the majority of our meals will be at church!
You see, St Paul's provides meals for the volunteer work teams that stay at the church. If you bring a team to work, you can expect to be taken out for pizza the night you arrive, served southern fried chicken and biscuits one night, enjoy an Italian night (ranging from home made spaghetti to frozen lasagna), and go out to eat at a local seafood house one evening (that excursion is dutch treat). Plus, the church provides food for teams to prepare breakfasts, pack lunches for the work sites, and prepare their other evening meals themselves.
This all means that three to four nights a week we have meals with the mission teams as part of our internship! Add to that a get-aquainted dinner with our internship committee members, a welcome potluck with the entire congregation on our first Sunday here, a lovingly prepared funeral luncheon, and a Sunday lunch to celebrate a member's birthday and you will realize that we have eaten very well since we arrived two weeks ago! Plus, the vicars' office is next to the kitchen, so we often walk past tables and counters laden with breakfast, lunch, and snack goodies for the volunteers. What temptation!!
Many meals at the church may actually be a good thing, since our apartment kitchen is small and is equipped with an electric stove. Ray, the chief chef, is struggling to cook to his usual high standards in the challenging space. And I, chief bottlewasher, struggle to clean up the mess he sometimes creates...
I'm not sure what brought all this to mind - perhaps it was preaching Sunday on one of the John 6 texts where Jesus declares that he is the Bread of Life. I realized when I was preparing that I was struggling with explaining his statement that the one who comes to him will not hunger and the one who believes in him will not thirst (John 6:35), given our constant need to eat and drink; not only to sustain our bodies, but also to experience fellowship and strengthen our communities. And yes, I did get to the point of the text in the sermon: when Jesus tells us to come and to believe, he is inviting us into companionship with him in eternal life.
You see, St Paul's provides meals for the volunteer work teams that stay at the church. If you bring a team to work, you can expect to be taken out for pizza the night you arrive, served southern fried chicken and biscuits one night, enjoy an Italian night (ranging from home made spaghetti to frozen lasagna), and go out to eat at a local seafood house one evening (that excursion is dutch treat). Plus, the church provides food for teams to prepare breakfasts, pack lunches for the work sites, and prepare their other evening meals themselves.
This all means that three to four nights a week we have meals with the mission teams as part of our internship! Add to that a get-aquainted dinner with our internship committee members, a welcome potluck with the entire congregation on our first Sunday here, a lovingly prepared funeral luncheon, and a Sunday lunch to celebrate a member's birthday and you will realize that we have eaten very well since we arrived two weeks ago! Plus, the vicars' office is next to the kitchen, so we often walk past tables and counters laden with breakfast, lunch, and snack goodies for the volunteers. What temptation!!
Many meals at the church may actually be a good thing, since our apartment kitchen is small and is equipped with an electric stove. Ray, the chief chef, is struggling to cook to his usual high standards in the challenging space. And I, chief bottlewasher, struggle to clean up the mess he sometimes creates...
I'm not sure what brought all this to mind - perhaps it was preaching Sunday on one of the John 6 texts where Jesus declares that he is the Bread of Life. I realized when I was preparing that I was struggling with explaining his statement that the one who comes to him will not hunger and the one who believes in him will not thirst (John 6:35), given our constant need to eat and drink; not only to sustain our bodies, but also to experience fellowship and strengthen our communities. And yes, I did get to the point of the text in the sermon: when Jesus tells us to come and to believe, he is inviting us into companionship with him in eternal life.
Monday, August 21, 2006
First Internship Sermon
Well, we have both survived our first Sunday of preaching on internship. It was really interesting. The arrangement for us, since both of us serve the same congregation (as well as LDR), is that on the 3rd Sunday of each month, we both preach. One of us here; the other at one of the other Lutheran churches in the conference. In some ways, both of us preparing sermons at the same time is interesting; in other ways it is a royal pain.
It might be easy, even fun, if we were preaching on the same text, but we aren't. Our internship congregation does not use the revised common lectionary, but the rest of the congregations in the conference do. No matter what, we will most likely never preach on the same text (expect maybe advent and lent - I haven't checked those, yet).
We did spend time talking with each other about the text we had, and about what ideas for preaching struck us, but then it was down to writing two sermons that are completely different. In some ways, that might be better, since we each preaching to different congregations anyway. There is certainly no room to "share" sermons here, not that we do that anyway. Our styles are too different. I want a good set of notes; Ruth Ann wants a full script. Still, being able to share some research might be nice...
At any rate, we both preached today, and from reviews so far, we did OK. I believe our Homiletics professor would have heard the good news, and we both preached from the text for the day. We did read each others sermons this afternoon (after the preaching was over) and do some of our own review. We gave each other passing grades! Wednesday will be our review with our supervisor - so we'll have to wait to see how that goes.
One thing I re-discovered about circuit riding preachers this morning - allow plenty of time to get lost at least once. I drove about 25 miles and took one wrong turn about half way there. Fortunately, God was watching out for me and my wrong turn brought me right back to where I needed to be. Even with maps and good directions, there are still ambiguous road signs to deal with.
Next Sunday will be pretty easy - I just have to learn to chant a part of the liturgy that I have never done before. Oh - and begin our first week with LDR and start learning our roles there. One thing about internship - it will not be boring - not at all!!!
It might be easy, even fun, if we were preaching on the same text, but we aren't. Our internship congregation does not use the revised common lectionary, but the rest of the congregations in the conference do. No matter what, we will most likely never preach on the same text (expect maybe advent and lent - I haven't checked those, yet).
We did spend time talking with each other about the text we had, and about what ideas for preaching struck us, but then it was down to writing two sermons that are completely different. In some ways, that might be better, since we each preaching to different congregations anyway. There is certainly no room to "share" sermons here, not that we do that anyway. Our styles are too different. I want a good set of notes; Ruth Ann wants a full script. Still, being able to share some research might be nice...
At any rate, we both preached today, and from reviews so far, we did OK. I believe our Homiletics professor would have heard the good news, and we both preached from the text for the day. We did read each others sermons this afternoon (after the preaching was over) and do some of our own review. We gave each other passing grades! Wednesday will be our review with our supervisor - so we'll have to wait to see how that goes.
One thing I re-discovered about circuit riding preachers this morning - allow plenty of time to get lost at least once. I drove about 25 miles and took one wrong turn about half way there. Fortunately, God was watching out for me and my wrong turn brought me right back to where I needed to be. Even with maps and good directions, there are still ambiguous road signs to deal with.
Next Sunday will be pretty easy - I just have to learn to chant a part of the liturgy that I have never done before. Oh - and begin our first week with LDR and start learning our roles there. One thing about internship - it will not be boring - not at all!!!
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Photos of Internship
For those of you who might wonder what a newly installed intern/vicar looks like, here are a couple of photos. Since I am usually the shutterbug, these are unusual in that I am in both of them. The congregation has their own photographer who has a very nice digital camera and loves to take pictures (sound familiar?). Guess I'll get a taste of my own medicine for a while.
The first picture is as we assembled for the beginning of our first service, where we were installed as Vicar Ray and Vicar Ruth Ann (that's going to take some getting used to...)
The next picture is of us and Pastor K. We are already becoming a well-known trio on the Gulf Coast as we attend meeting after meeting, with VOAD and LDR, as well as with other congregations in the area.
More later - time for dinner with the volunteers who are working here this week.
The first picture is as we assembled for the beginning of our first service, where we were installed as Vicar Ray and Vicar Ruth Ann (that's going to take some getting used to...)
The next picture is of us and Pastor K. We are already becoming a well-known trio on the Gulf Coast as we attend meeting after meeting, with VOAD and LDR, as well as with other congregations in the area.
More later - time for dinner with the volunteers who are working here this week.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Prayer
As you read our comments about moving and all of the various things God did (and is still doing) to make all of this work, I hope you realize how much prayer is a part of this. Ruth Ann wrote about our tire problems - nothing but prayer got us through that night. As I read a classmates blog:HERE I STAND: Pray Without Ceasing, I thought even more about prayer.
A friend recently emailed me and asked to pray for a friend (not uncommon). I replied that I would gladly do so, and then thought about it. Do people ask us to pray because they think seminarians know a better way to pray? Or is it because they think we need the practice? Or is their prayer life just not up to praying for someone else? David brings up a good point, in talking about Luther and his instructions to his friend the barber. Maybe as people ask us to pray, we should not only agree, but also offer instruction on how to pray for themselves.
Another thought about prayer is the question of "Does it really do any good?" or "Does God answer prayers?" A story to answer these questions. On Monday morning, we were enjoying our first day off as new interns. We were sitting down to breakfast, and I was thinking about all of the service requests we had put in. For almost a week, we had been trying to get our phone installed and working - without any success. We had put several maintenance request in with the apartment management - with no response. The final straw came Sunday night when our upstairs neighbor had problems with his washing machine, and we had water streaming down the hallway walls, out of light fixtures, etc. I called the emergency maintenance number (on my cell phone, since our land-line did not work) and tried to get them to come and clean up - no such luck.
So Monday, I was thinking about having to call the phone company, and the apartment manager, and how I was going to have to threaten them in order to get something done, when I thought - no, wait. Let's just pray about this and see what happens. I prayed for maintenance, and patience, and before I finished my breakfast, the phone man came and fixed our phone. Mid-morning, the pest control man came (not one I had called, but always a good idea). Then, by mid-afternoon, one of the apartment maintenance staff appeared, and fixed all of our known problems. So in response to the question of does prayer work, the answer is yes! Why the extra guy? Just to make a point. When asked about coincidence, one of our professors had remarked that once was coincidence, twice was something more, three times was a definite pattern. So the pest control guy was just to make sure that there was no question about my prayer having been answered.
Pray without ceasing, then give thanks that your prayer has been heard.
Thanks be to God!
A friend recently emailed me and asked to pray for a friend (not uncommon). I replied that I would gladly do so, and then thought about it. Do people ask us to pray because they think seminarians know a better way to pray? Or is it because they think we need the practice? Or is their prayer life just not up to praying for someone else? David brings up a good point, in talking about Luther and his instructions to his friend the barber. Maybe as people ask us to pray, we should not only agree, but also offer instruction on how to pray for themselves.
Another thought about prayer is the question of "Does it really do any good?" or "Does God answer prayers?" A story to answer these questions. On Monday morning, we were enjoying our first day off as new interns. We were sitting down to breakfast, and I was thinking about all of the service requests we had put in. For almost a week, we had been trying to get our phone installed and working - without any success. We had put several maintenance request in with the apartment management - with no response. The final straw came Sunday night when our upstairs neighbor had problems with his washing machine, and we had water streaming down the hallway walls, out of light fixtures, etc. I called the emergency maintenance number (on my cell phone, since our land-line did not work) and tried to get them to come and clean up - no such luck.
So Monday, I was thinking about having to call the phone company, and the apartment manager, and how I was going to have to threaten them in order to get something done, when I thought - no, wait. Let's just pray about this and see what happens. I prayed for maintenance, and patience, and before I finished my breakfast, the phone man came and fixed our phone. Mid-morning, the pest control man came (not one I had called, but always a good idea). Then, by mid-afternoon, one of the apartment maintenance staff appeared, and fixed all of our known problems. So in response to the question of does prayer work, the answer is yes! Why the extra guy? Just to make a point. When asked about coincidence, one of our professors had remarked that once was coincidence, twice was something more, three times was a definite pattern. So the pest control guy was just to make sure that there was no question about my prayer having been answered.
Pray without ceasing, then give thanks that your prayer has been heard.
Thanks be to God!
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Arrived
Just as God led the people out of the wilderness to the promised land, so he brought us through packing, loading, long miles of driving and heavy rain, to our new home. I am reminded that when we pray the Lord's prayer, among other things, we pray for our daily bread and protection from evil, not an accumulation of goods or an easy journey!! This journey has NOT been uneventful, but God did bring us here safely! As an illustration, I'll tell a story about our travels.
We stopped at a rest area between Augusta and Atlanta to stretch and eat a picnic supper. When I got back in my car and pulled onto the highway, I realized that the car had suddenly developed a 'wobble' and was pulling to one side. We pulled over on the side of road to check the tires. I was fully expecting to see one completely flat, but they all appeared to be okay. It was already growing dark and we had about 100 miles to go before we would reach our destination for the night, so we pulled back onto the highway to continue on.
The wobble seemed to lessen as we reached highway speed. But I remained very conscious that there was likely a problem with a tire, so I kept both hands firmly on the steering wheel for the rest of our evening's journey and prayed fervently for safe travels.
We arrived at our hotel late that night. (We had made reservations in advance at a hotel that would accept our pet and traveling companion, Smokey.) In the process of parking the truck and shuttling us and our bags to our room, Ray drove the car briefly and decided that there was something seriously wrong - we wouldn't be able to continue in the morning until we had it repaired. So we both went to bed wondering how serious the problem was...
In the morning, after breakfast, Ray went back outside to look at the car, and in the daylight, he was able to see the problem with one of the front tires - the steel belt was coming loose. Fortunately, there was a tire shop nearby, so this was a relatively quick and inexpensive repair. But if the tire had blown while I was driving, it could have easily been disastrous.
So, I was reminded again of how God cares for us, and leads us on our journey. He didn't miraculously fix the tire, but I am certain that he intervened, holding that tire together as I drove, until we could have it repaired.
Of course, there are many more stories about our trip and unpacking that could be told. Ask one of us about the multiple rainstorms visible from the top of the bridge as we entered Mobile, or driving the truck in city traffic in the pouring rain, or the leaking bathroom sink, or the water pouring down from the ceiling shortly after we moved into our apartment...
Yes, I'm sensing a water theme in many of these experiences, but I'll have to consider them more before I can write about them!!
We stopped at a rest area between Augusta and Atlanta to stretch and eat a picnic supper. When I got back in my car and pulled onto the highway, I realized that the car had suddenly developed a 'wobble' and was pulling to one side. We pulled over on the side of road to check the tires. I was fully expecting to see one completely flat, but they all appeared to be okay. It was already growing dark and we had about 100 miles to go before we would reach our destination for the night, so we pulled back onto the highway to continue on.
The wobble seemed to lessen as we reached highway speed. But I remained very conscious that there was likely a problem with a tire, so I kept both hands firmly on the steering wheel for the rest of our evening's journey and prayed fervently for safe travels.
We arrived at our hotel late that night. (We had made reservations in advance at a hotel that would accept our pet and traveling companion, Smokey.) In the process of parking the truck and shuttling us and our bags to our room, Ray drove the car briefly and decided that there was something seriously wrong - we wouldn't be able to continue in the morning until we had it repaired. So we both went to bed wondering how serious the problem was...
In the morning, after breakfast, Ray went back outside to look at the car, and in the daylight, he was able to see the problem with one of the front tires - the steel belt was coming loose. Fortunately, there was a tire shop nearby, so this was a relatively quick and inexpensive repair. But if the tire had blown while I was driving, it could have easily been disastrous.
So, I was reminded again of how God cares for us, and leads us on our journey. He didn't miraculously fix the tire, but I am certain that he intervened, holding that tire together as I drove, until we could have it repaired.
Of course, there are many more stories about our trip and unpacking that could be told. Ask one of us about the multiple rainstorms visible from the top of the bridge as we entered Mobile, or driving the truck in city traffic in the pouring rain, or the leaking bathroom sink, or the water pouring down from the ceiling shortly after we moved into our apartment...
Yes, I'm sensing a water theme in many of these experiences, but I'll have to consider them more before I can write about them!!
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Good news, Bad news
It's Saturday night. We are supposed to have most of our stuff loaded onto the truck, with Sunday afternoon being a finish-up time - take our bed apart and take the computer desk apart, and some cleaning. Instead, we only have a few items loaded.
Our hope for help in loading the truck seems to have been in vain. Our son was the only help that showed up. No one from campus, no one of the many other people who knew we were moving, no one. Then a big thunderstorm hit and it rained for hours. We needed the rain - we need a lot of rain, so I hate to complain about the rain, but loading furniture in a thunderstorm just doesn't work too well.
The good news is that we got rain, the truck that I have to drive several hundred miles is a great truck, and we know we will have more help Sunday afternoon. After another email to everyone on campus, there are already a couple of volunteers, plus Rusty, Lisa, Rhonda, and Chris will all be here. If the weather cooperates, we should be fine. It just means we have a lot more work to do tomorrow than we had planned, which means most of the cleaning gets moved to Monday morning. We HAVE to be on the road by noon - that deadline cannot shift by much or we don't get to our destination in time on Tuesday and we don't get unloaded and have any time to unpack. Internship begins with a Thursday morning meeting at 10:00 a.m. - whether we can find our clothes or not.
The very best news is that our house is rented! A new student, who is getting married soon, is renting the house. It will be their first home together. We are happy for them, and happy that the house will be taken care of. Thanks to everyone for all of your prayers and support during this long waiting period. It has certainly taken time, but everything is coming together, just as we knew it would.
God is good! Amen!!!
Our hope for help in loading the truck seems to have been in vain. Our son was the only help that showed up. No one from campus, no one of the many other people who knew we were moving, no one. Then a big thunderstorm hit and it rained for hours. We needed the rain - we need a lot of rain, so I hate to complain about the rain, but loading furniture in a thunderstorm just doesn't work too well.
The good news is that we got rain, the truck that I have to drive several hundred miles is a great truck, and we know we will have more help Sunday afternoon. After another email to everyone on campus, there are already a couple of volunteers, plus Rusty, Lisa, Rhonda, and Chris will all be here. If the weather cooperates, we should be fine. It just means we have a lot more work to do tomorrow than we had planned, which means most of the cleaning gets moved to Monday morning. We HAVE to be on the road by noon - that deadline cannot shift by much or we don't get to our destination in time on Tuesday and we don't get unloaded and have any time to unpack. Internship begins with a Thursday morning meeting at 10:00 a.m. - whether we can find our clothes or not.
The very best news is that our house is rented! A new student, who is getting married soon, is renting the house. It will be their first home together. We are happy for them, and happy that the house will be taken care of. Thanks to everyone for all of your prayers and support during this long waiting period. It has certainly taken time, but everything is coming together, just as we knew it would.
God is good! Amen!!!
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