A suggestion was that I / we consider talking some about our internship on the Gulf Coast. As I thought about it, and read the text for Sunday, it seemed like a good idea. For example, here is the epistle for Sunday from the Revised Common Lectionary:
Hebrews 13:1 Let mutual love continue. 2 Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing that some have entertained angels without knowing it. 3 Remember those who are in prison, as though you were in prison with them; those who are being tortured, as though you yourselves were being tortured.1 4 Let marriage be held in honor by all, and let the marriage bed be kept undefiled; for God will judge fornicators and adulterers. 5 Keep your lives free from the love of money, and be content with what you have; for he has said, "I will never leave you or forsake you." 6 So we can say with confidence, "The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid. What can anyone do to me?" 7 Remember your leaders, those who spoke the word of God to you; consider the outcome of their way of life, and imitate their faith. 8 Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.
Hebrews 13:15-16 15 Through him, then, let us continually offer a sacrifice of praise to God, that is, the fruit of lips that confess his name. 16 Do not neglect to do good and to share what you have, for such sacrifices are pleasing to God.
As internship was a lot about hospitality - the housing and feeding of volunteers, the rebuilding of homes and lives for those who live on the coast, the theme seemed to fit very well. Then, this evening, we received an email that seemed to nail the whole thing. Below is a poem, written by a women in Biloxi, MS. I hope the text will stay in the same format that it came in - a cross.
They Came
With warm hearts, they came.
With open arms, they came.
With helpful hands, they came.
With tools and toys, they came.
With bottled water, they came.
With loads of food, they came.
With free medicine, they came.
They left their homes, their jobs and their families.
They saved our lives and they healed our wounds.
They fed our hungry and they brought our clothes.
They cleared our land and they opened our roads.
They carried our burdens and they gave us strength.
They held our hands and they felt our pain.
They dried all our tears.
They showed compassion.
They calmed our fears.
They raised our spirits.
They rebuilt our homes.
They rebuilt our schools.
They taught our children.
They showed their faith.
They planted our gardens.
They raised our businesses.
They restored our lives.
They renewed our souls.
They touched our hearts.
They are called our heroes.
They are our volunteers.
They became our friends.
No one asked them, but still, they came.
They gave us courage to start life again.
This poem was written by Martha S. Boyce of Biloxi, MS, extending our deepest gratitude to the thousands of recovery responders and volunteers making the recovery of Mississippi possible. It will be permanently displayed in the Mississippi Renaissance Garden on the Mississippi Gulf Coast.
mboyce@msrengarden.org
With warm hearts, they came.
With open arms, they came.
With helpful hands, they came.
With tools and toys, they came.
With bottled water, they came.
With loads of food, they came.
With free medicine, they came.
They left their homes, their jobs and their families.
They saved our lives and they healed our wounds.
They fed our hungry and they brought our clothes.
They cleared our land and they opened our roads.
They carried our burdens and they gave us strength.
They held our hands and they felt our pain.
They dried all our tears.
They showed compassion.
They calmed our fears.
They raised our spirits.
They rebuilt our homes.
They rebuilt our schools.
They taught our children.
They showed their faith.
They planted our gardens.
They raised our businesses.
They restored our lives.
They renewed our souls.
They touched our hearts.
They are called our heroes.
They are our volunteers.
They became our friends.
No one asked them, but still, they came.
They gave us courage to start life again.
This poem was written by Martha S. Boyce of Biloxi, MS, extending our deepest gratitude to the thousands of recovery responders and volunteers making the recovery of Mississippi possible. It will be permanently displayed in the Mississippi Renaissance Garden on the Mississippi Gulf Coast.
mboyce@msrengarden.org
Here are a couple of links about Martha and the Mississippi Renaissance Garden:
Somehow, as this weekend is the first Sunday after the 2nd anniversary of Katrina, this will all somehow find its way into the sermon. It is certainly worth sharing here. As we remember the anniversary of Katrina, and of Sept. 11, and as we read the new reports coming in from the midwest where they have had all the flooding, or as you pass someone on the street, remember hospitality to the stranger.
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