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1/24/08 07:11 pm - Isaiah and the Gulf Coast

This is a paper that I am currently working on for an Isaiah class I am taking at McCormick. This is extremely rough and unedited but I wanted to throw it out there and test the waters: The actual paper I wrote was 20 some pages long (I took the class three years ago but failed to complete it...)but the professor changed the project quite a bit and ended up asking for three seperate and distinct papers. Grrrr. So, I divided up the body of the text and tried to create three seperate papers. The first two are basically just the same old paper but with the a little bit of filler added. The third paper ended up being a whole new creation, though and I kinda like where it is headed. Here it is:


My church has taken the prophet Isaiah prisoner. They keep him in the basement and parade him out for certain special occasions. Isaiah uses images that are too fantastical, and language that is too alien while delivering prophesy that is just too threatening. A man like that should not be allowed to simply wander, much less be free to preach at will. Still, in fairness, my church does frequently invite Isaiah to come upstairs and worship with us. For all of his alien qualities, we have not been able to argue that Isaiah is not an obvious man of real faith. We cannot simply ignore him, so we do the next best thing. We bring Isaiah into our sanctuaries as a way of co-opting the power of his message and sedating his polemics; we spiritualize his judgments and subvert his prophesy in ways that serve our needs. My church always finds a way of incorporating Isaiah into our worship that taps into the power of prophetic ministry but channels that power into Christian ritual. This is why 10 of the 17 times we invited Isaiah upstairs last year were during the Advent or Lenten seasons.

Isaiah 7: 1-17 is one of the sermons we ask Isaiah to deliver every year – filtered through the lens of Matthew’s birth narrative. The historical church bolstered their claims and tradition by seizing upon the rich metaphors and the very real messianic expectations in this very text. This kind of midrash is quite common in Israelite/Jewish history and the earliest Christians were simply taking their place in a long history of interpretation and re-interpretation. And yet, at what point is the original meaning of the text lost in this process? Do we Christians even know what an ancient Israelite reading of this text would look like? Is there more to Isaiah’s message than simply foreshadowing the birth of the one called Immanuel? I, for one, would like to fling open the doors to his prison and would like to hear Isaiah preach without the fetters, without the restraints, and outside of my home congregation. This is what drew me to this text.

The Book of Isaiah is a book of both judgment and hope. Within this specific text, there is both judgment and hope to be found but there is also an ambiguity that can make it difficult to discern which is being offering at any given moment. Indeed, represented in Isaiah’s sons Shear-jashub (a remnant shall return), and Immanuel (God is with us), it seems that Isaiah is simultaneously offering both judgment and hope to the people of Judah in the same breath. Isaiah offers a word of warning to the people of Judah that they will be punished and that only a remnant of their people will survive (and that this will come to pass even they return to faith) and yet Isaiah offers the sign of the young child who will lead Jerusalem to new glories. While Christians look at this sign of hope as a prediction (and validation) of Christ, the fact of the matter is that Isaiah was a realist looking into the face of a real threat from the outside world (in the form of Israel and Syria and Assyria) as well as the corruption of his beloved Davidic Monarchy. Isaiah was speaking to his contemporaries and his words did not speak of some time 700 years in the future but spoke of a punishment that was imminent and a hope that was already at hand. And yet, in the mysterious ways that God works, Isaiah’s words continue to resonate into the future and still manage to speak with integrity to a Christian audience in 2008.

There are few modern audiences that need to embrace the words of Isaiah more the victims of Hurricanes Katrina, Rita and Wilma. The men and women of the Mississippi Gulf Coast, the Louisiana lowlands and New Orleans have managed to condense the three acts of Isaiah (spanning hundreds of years of history) into three years of suffering, yearning and struggle. Though much of the coast has begun to heal, the city of New Orleans, in particular, still stands in need of Isaiah’s words of judgment and hope. As millions of volunteers pour into the coast to help in the rebuilding effort, they are left struggling with the reality that God either sent the killer storms that destroyed the coast or at least allowed those storms to do their worst without saving God’s people. Isaiah’s words in Chapter 7 provide some framework to addressing those questions and I so I would like to share my work with the 50 or so Presbyterian, long-term volunteers living and working on the coast in my monthly newsletter:

January 23, 2008

When Hurricane Katrina grinded ashore on August 29, 2005, the city of New Orleans was a poor – with some estimates that as many as 65% of all residents were on some type of public assistance. The city was violent – listed in FBI’s top ten list for most violent major cities in America, frequently topping the list for most per-capita murders in the country. And New Orleans was a corrupt city. The levies meant to protect the city were sabotaged through years of graft, no-bid contracts, out right theft and poor design. New Orleans politicians had a reputation for retiring from office only to begin a new life behind bars. In fact, the police department (which the FBI labeled “organized crime” just three decades ago) had grossly overstated the number of officers it employed in order to receive Homeland Security dollars in 2002. So when the storm hit, this was a city groaning from injustice; a city that could rightly claim that its leaders were “rebels and companions of thieves,” and that in New Orleans, “Everyone loves a bribe and runs after gifts. They do not defend the orphan, and the widow’s cause does not come before them” (Isa 1.23).

When the waters of the Gulf of Mexico mingled with the waters of Lake Pontchartrain and the Mississippi river, the wiped away New Orleans as surely as the Babylonians wiped away Zion – and in doing so, washed away the facade that served to disguise these ugly truths. Just as the Assyrians had wiped out the surrounding towns during the time of Hezekiah, so did Hurricane Katrina wipe out Slidell, Chalmette, Houma, Metairie, Kenner, Algiers Point, The Westbank and so on. The waters poured through the levies and into the city for less than 72 hours. The rebuilding will take ten or twenty years; New Orleans needs to rebuild the physical structures, but they also need to rebuild the institutions and culture that allow a city to live. The local court houses lost all of their records – from court convictions, to birth certificates, to wedding licenses, to property deeds. The weak government evacuation attempts, the horrors of an unprepared shelter of last resort (the superdome) the botched rescue operation followed by three years of criminal FEMA programs (such as the formaldehyde tainted trailers) have eroded the last vestiges of trust much of the population has for the government and, really, for society at large.

Given these realities, it would seem that the people of New Orleans have passed out of exile and are now living in 3 Isaiah – living amidst the ashes of Zion and realizing the promises made have not yet been kept. Given that the punishment of Katrina is in the past, it seems cruel to speak the words of the original Isaiah to these people. And yet, I would argue that everything that happens in 2 Isaiah and 3 Isaiah starts with this passage in chapter 7. The punishment that followed and the hope that ultimately sustained the Israelites was first spoken here in chapter 7 and the future built by the exiles in 3 Isaiah will (to use a future tense) rise and fall depending on what they learned regarding the words of the prophet in Chapter 7. Likewise, the future of New Orleans depends on whether they can come to terms with the truths spoken by the original prophet.

As Presbyterians, we claim that God is absolutely sovereign and that nothing in the world comes into being except through the will of God. So, as difficult as it may be to come to grips with, we must accept that the Hurricanes were from God; the suffering of the people occurred through the will of God (or at allowed least through God’s inaction). This begs the question: Were these people being punished? This is a claim that has been lifted up by fundamentalists and evangelicals throughout the country. While I easily dismiss the idea that God punished the coast for personal immorality (Jerry Falwell famously stated that Hurricane Katrina was punishment for Ellen DeGeneres, a New Orleans native, hosting the Oscars!), I struggle with the deeper implications of this question. The collective sins of New Orleans would seem enough to make even that prostitute, Jerusalem, blush and if there was ever a place that cried out for Isaiah’s message it was surely New Orleans. The answer to this question of theodicy lies in Isaiah’s treatment of the punishment he predicts in chapter 7.

As I have often pointed out, Isaiah’s message in chapter 7 did not end with punishment: the punishment he predicted was a sure thing but just as surely was the birth of a new king who would be charged to lead the remnant. Our society today sees restoration as a reaction to punishment and suffering; I argue that Isaiah saw the punishment as the means to restoration. Only when the corruption had been purged, only after the faithless princes had been removed, only after the people remembered the cause of the orphan and the widow would the people be restored to wholeness. And for Isaiah, those benchmarks were only achievable through suffering. The French writer Proust argued that the times in our lives in which we are happy are wasted – that it is through suffering that we become the people we are meant to be and Isaiah would probably have strongly resonated with this idea. As I wrestle with the text, it becomes more and more clear to me that God was not acting as a vengeful king punishing the disobedience of his vassals. God was acting as heartbroken parent trying to shape his children and provide spiritual formation for them. In this case, their own actions put them in the way of suffering and choose not to remove them from that situation in order that they may learn from their mistakes. But God gave them all of the tools they needed to survive the suffering and come out the other side stronger and wiser. The prophet spoke to Ahaz and told him If you do not stand firm in faith, you shall not stand at all (v 9b). Though, to a community whose worship life revolved around the cult-sacrifices of the temple, this probably sounded like nothing more than a pithy truism, this short phrase contained everything the community needed to survive. Standing firm in faith gave the people the means to replace the temple (sacrifice for faith), to maintain identity in a strange land, to brave the wilderness and return to Jerusalem and finally to persevere even when the rebuilding took longer than ever imagined. And seen in this light, one can see that the punishment was part and parcel of the restoration.

New Orleans stands in the same place today. As the city rebuilds, it can embrace the truth of the prophets words about their own sorry state: can embrace that the punishment of God has fallen upon them because they have become an unjust place separated from God; can embrace the truth that the punishment was merely a means to bring forth restoration of a new, just, wonderful city that stands firm in faith. And we can accept that this punishment was allotted to us, as well, as a nation that ignored the problems of New Orleans for so long. We can accept that we are called to embrace the same lessons of faith and obedience. As we languish in our 3 Isaiah period, we can cling to this idea that faith in God replaces our old temple-sacrifices. We need to do a new thing – but if we do not understand what was wrong with the old way of doing things, we will never realize our dreams

3/15/07 03:48 pm - This is another test...

I am thinking about moving my blog space over here for a little more privacy. Only six pictures a month, though...hmmm...

8/27/06 09:06 pm

Just trying to keep this open.

3/4/06 10:39 pm

All right, here are some of the pics from the trip... there will be more once we get them uploaded! Enjoy! :)

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Katrina... being sleepy.

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Sarah eating breakfast

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part of our group!

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Look look! There are palm trees!!

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w0ot.

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I'm sure that used to be an awesome castle...


*Greg-- for future reference, all you need to do in order to post a picture, is find the "Tag" code for the picture, copy/paste it, and voila! There's the picture. But it won't appear till you update the journal.

Yay!

love,
Johanna

3/4/06 01:40 am

Time to post some more memorable quotations!!!

"Crumbly bubmlies" -Katrina

"Dribbly bibbly" -Sarah and Johanna

Erika: Have you ever been to Fazoli's?
Johanna: No, I've never even heard of it. It must be a Michigan thing.
Erika: Well too bad we're in MISSISSIPPI!

"I'm going to punch you in the ovaries!" -Katrina, to Jim

Johanna: Ban-corp!
Katrina: That's THREE times for you, Johanna!
Greg: Uh-oh, ovary time!

"Awkward!" -Erika

"I have one more add to word: Delirious." -Johanna

Johanna: Welcome to the disaster area!
Amber: Not disaster, LOVE.

"There are two kinds of people in the world: pirates and ninjas. And I'm a cowboy." -Louis

"Don't act all innocent-- we know what you did!" -Greg, to the ocean

"Well if they were too obsessed with their money and didn't care... they probably died." -Sarah

"Is it a giant kite?" -Sarah, referring to the low-flying airplane.

Katrina: 400 gallons? That's 800 half-gallons!
Jim: Yes, that's right. I see you've acquired a skill for basic math.

"That's why the ocean's so salty!" -Johanna



I love you all!! All of you! Every single one of you!! And I'm sad the trip is over...
But yes, I'm way past the state of delirium, so I shall stop now.
Goodnight!
~Johanna~
a.k.a. Hurricane Hands

3/2/06 10:55 pm - two cents

So I'm finally adding my two-cents about the week.... It's been a long week, but definitely more than worth the work. I got to work in the office for a day and a half and it was amazing how many emails there were to be answered and how many groups there were to schedule. It's wonderful that so many people want to help, but the sheer amount of paperwork is overwhelming. Luckily Amber and I helped to get Linda somewhat caught up. I'd really like to email her and see if I can come back for a week or two in May or August to help out some more, but I have to run that by my mom. Today I went canvasing with Johanna. We met a woman with four young kids and a disabled husband. We walked up to her house right as a contractor was giving her an estimate for her roof. I felt kind of ridiculous offering help right after she'd talked to a contractor, but it was just what she needed to hear at that point. She didn't know how she was going to get all the repairs done to her house. She's the only one in the family who works and they were already low-income before the storm. We stayed and talked to her for about 20 minutes or more. It was good, her hosue needs a lot but she also really just needed someone to listen and talk with her. I really hope the church can help her, I wish I could follow up on that. But anyways, I need to go now. Amber's waiting to look up stuff for us to do a cultural experience tomorrow. Bis Spaeter!
~Stephanie

3/2/06 06:45 pm

Today was a great last-day of work. We went canvasing in the morning. Stephanie and I worked together, and it seemed like we were able to get a lot accomplished. We didn't move very fast, but we talked to several people that seemed like they could really use our help. We had a couple of half-hour visits, and one lady near the end that was probably about 15 minutes. I really hope we can help the lady with four children and a sick husband. I think today felt like the most productive day so far. I hope that after we leave, follow-ups will be made so that these people can get the help they need.

After our lunch break, we went over to the warehouse to see what it was like, and we ended up working there for about an hour. We moved toilet seats around (733 of them!) and moved doors around, and played on the huge piles of mattresses. It was great fun. Well, the mattresses, anyway. And even though the work was tough and not very enjoyable, it was nice to have a change of pace, and see what it was like to work at the warehouse. We got to experience tiring jobs on two different levels.

After that, we went back to canvasing-- in a very devastated area, down by the beach. We had driven through there before, but actually walking through the debris and flattened houses was so depressing. The whole area was just so desolate. It seemed hopeless and empty. Most of the people had left their homes, but there were a few people remaining that we got to talk to. There was this one lady, who had like 20 cats, and she talked to use for almost 45 minutes. The gnats were awful and I was itchy from the cats and I just wanted to scream or run away but I stood there listening to her. I guess it was pretty selfish of me, because she was probably lonely and just wanting to talk about everything. It's hard to remember that sometimes.


We're having tacos for dinner tonight!!


Welp, time to go plan our vesper service and then... yummy tacos!
w0ot.


-Hurricane Hands-
xD

3/2/06 09:08 am - funny stories

Hi! This is Erika and Johanna, speaking to you from Greg's laptop. We are here this morning to share stories of laughter and awkwardness, good times and not-so-good times. Enjoy.

Let's start with the guy who's house we stayed at for an hour. An HOUR! It started off as just another friendly household. The folks were chatty and eager to talk. Then the man took us out to his yard to show us "a couple things". He showed us his backyard, where trees had fallen and some had already been removed. Some trees had fallen on his house, but his house wasn't terribly damaged because he had built a "hurricane-proof house". It looked like it was made of metal sheets, and the structure was in a trapezoid shape. Not the most traditional house, but according to him, it was safe. Which is good. Anywhoo, when we asked him if he needed help, he replied "Yes, I do need help." He then explained the devastating effects on everyone down there in the south, from denial to anger, then to depression. It was clear that even though his property hadn't been destroyed like some peoples', he had certainly suffered from emotional devastation. He spoke very softly, so softly (yet intensely) that we could hardly hear him. As he continued talking, he began to choke up and tears filled his eyes.

And THEN, the cable guy appeared.

AWKWARD!

So, the man told us he'd be right back. 20 minutes later, he came back and showed us (and the cable guy) pictures on his cell phone of a house that had been destroyed by the hurricane. The cable guy left-- after he talked to him a bit more-- and then the man offered us a drink. We accepted, and he went to his fridge, only to find it empty! So, he told us he'd go to the convenience store to get drinks. We both told him it was no big deal, but he insisted, telling us to stay there and he'd be right back. We went outside and sat on the swing (which had a very long scope between the two apexes)... and sure enough, 10 minutes later, he returned with bottles of pop and candy and such. He was munching on a pack of Resees Pieces, and he said, "Resees Pieces make me happy. Not much else does, but Resees do. They do exactly what they're supposed to." Teehee. We both thought that was great, and we told him that often, the simplest things in life are the happiest. After he gave us the drinks, we were intending on skedaddling, but alas, we were stopped in the driveway for another ten minutes, to talk with the worker guys and the man some more.

End of story #1.


Okay, so there was this other house, a bit later in the day, where we knocked and a little girl came to the door. We asked if her parents were home, and she told us she'd be right back-- and shut the door. We waited a couple minutes, and then heard a voice from inside saying, "Who are you?" We went through our shpeal-- through the closed door-- she said she didn't need help, and so we left, without even seeing the whites of her eyes. Weiiiiirrrrrd and Awkward. Yes.


Story #3:
In the same neighborhood, we visited a house where the glass screen door was closed, but the inside door was open, so we could semi-see inside. We knocked, and there was a man right there, just chilling on his couch. We think he was on the phone, but we couldn't really see because of the glare on the screendoor glass. Finally, he asked what we wanted. We told him, as best as we could... and it was pretty awkward seeing as we couldn't see him very well. Apparently, he couldn't hear us, because he told us to open the door-- but he didn't get up from the couch. As far as we could tell, he was not disabled in any way. (Just lazy.) That's pretty much it. It was pretty strange. And awkward. Like many of our experiences yesterday.

w0ot.

Story #4:
There were lots of barricades. Everywhere. Like, so no one could get to the door, or even ring the doorbell! Geeeeze. Kinda made us feel like we were in jail. Shnikeys.


Story #5:
We were walking down the street, and there were a bunch of guys across the road, sitting on and around the porch. And it looked like they were consuming chemically-enhancing substances. You know what we mean. ;) They yelled over to us: "Are you guys Mormons??" We replied, "No, we're Presbyterians!!" and kept walking. Needless to say, we didn't make a stop at their house. It was way too creepy.


Okay, onto Story #6.
Around 2:00 in the afternoon, a tiny old lady in a black velvet nightgown, with bright red hair and glasses came to the door. She stood about a foot shorter than us. She noticed the ashes we had on our foreheads because of Ash Wednesday, and insisted on touching them (PLease look but DON'T touch). She then claimed that she wasn't Catholic anymore; she was Baptist, but she was Catholic at heart. She then showed us her backyard, which had been greatly affected by the storm. However, she didn't want to get rid of the overturned trees, because she is going to use them to create her "fairy garden." She then invited us into her house for something to drink, but instead of accepting the drink we asked if we could use the bathroom, because we desperately had to go. She was a very sweet lady. When her husband appeared, he wanted to talk to us, but the woman wouldn't let him, since she claimed we needed to go to the bathroom and not talk to him. Good times, good times.


Episode #7:
We had a nice little visit with an elderly man and woman, who invited us to sit down and have some "Biloxi Champagne", which turned out to be none other than.... Barq's rootbeer! No seriously, it says it right on the can! Biloxi, MS! How cool is that?


We shall be telling more tales of the funniness, awkwardness, and uniqueness of the wonderful people of Mississippi. But now, we are off to face the adventures that await us.


BAN-CORP!
xD

love,
Johanna & Erika


Some quotes we'd like to add:

"Is that a cactus?!" -Johanna and Erika, referring to a palm tree

"w0ot."

"Ban-corp."

"Johanna, is your shirt on backwards?" -Stephanie
"My shirt's on backwards." -Johanna xD

"Johanna, your hair looks really red today!" -Sarah
"It must have gotten sunburned too!" -Johanna

3/2/06 07:51 am - Overall Acknowledement of Times in Gulfport

So it has been a long week, but sadly, this is our last day of work. It has truly been a week full of laughter, grief and encouragement, often rolled together and served as one burrito. This journal entry is only meant to list some of the tasks and people that we have encountered, so that they can be compiled together upon returning home for either comical relief or somber reflection.

The people we are:
Worship Leaders
Brian and the traveling band
The Alma College Choir
Evil Villains (Hurricane Hand, Preacher of Pain, Some Guy With A Key-tar, PigeonWomen)
Canvassers
Salesmen/Solicitors
Possibly warehouse workers
And comedians

For the rest of these lists, I will simply present them, and fill in what I personally remember. I ask my fellow mission-trippers to fill in with their own stories:

People we've met (comical):
A steel-faced punkish youth that, upon opening the door, let the zephyr of marijuana out onto the street.
A house-wife that wanted a work crew to trim her tree so that the leaves only came out in certain places.
An asian woman who literally chased me down to give me a carbonated beverage (Sprite).

People we've met (emotional):
To be honest, I'm not in the state-of-mind to write about these. But I will, and encourage other to write their stories in during their reflections.

Some quotes:
"Wouldn't it be cool, if you could make a hurricane machine that canceled out..." -Johanna
"Okay guys, I've colored in your areas with crayons," -Sarah
"If you say that one more time I'm gonna punch you in the ovaries. Straight to the baby-maker." -Katrina
"EEEEEEEEEeeeee" -Monica
"And we want to help you with repairs and dealing with... disaster." -Amber
"They're trying to kill 5.5 billion people!" -crazy guy, "Oh, that's terrible..." -Joye
"Bancorp" -Jim and everyone else
"Someone once told me that a fart is only little tiny particles of poop," -Katrina
"I'm trying to give up blasphemy for lent, but I'm failing miserably" -Greg
"It's okay Stephanie, I don't care what they say about you, you're a cool person," -Jim, "What DO they say about me?" -Stephanie
"These fries are life-changing," -Joye, "I found a roach leg in mine," -organist , "My life is ruined," -Joye
"Stop with your filthy lies. You're a filthy liar," -Janet Reno

Erika, I don't see your name anywhere. Step it up a notch.

I'm sure there's a billion more of everything, but it's 8am so this is all I got. PLEASE ADD MORE! Peace!

2/28/06 08:04 pm - What Day is it????

It's hard to believe it's only Tuesday! I'm excited to be here, but we've been going nonstop and it's hard to remember if something happened this morning, or yesterday...or was that two days ago? But that's definitely a good thing! I'm glad we're being kept busy and that there is plenty for us to do. Today was a bit frustrating because it seemed like we only knocked on houses that had been completely fixed up, or not hit by the hurricane at all. Which, was a blessing, but at the same time, I felt like our efforts were useless. Of course, they weren't, since we did get requests from a few people to have work done on their house. And those few people made it worth the whole day in the sun. Even though we basically knocked on doors all day and received very little requests for help, Erika and I had a great time chatting and getting to know each other. We talked about all sorts of things and learned a lot about each other (at least I learned a lot about her!) and it was great to bond with someone I knew, but not really well.
It is hard to believe it's only Tuesday, but I'm glad we have a few more days left here. Tomorrow will be really busy, especially with getting up nice and early for the Ash Wednesday service.
Overall, it's been a great experience so far, and I've really enjoyed getting to know everyone around me. I'm working with a great bunch of people who are very supportive, and very talented, and they really are wonderful. Lots of fun, lots of laughs. Good times....
~bOOmbOOm

2/28/06 12:30 am - Canvesing is dirty work but someone has to do it.

You aren't from FEMA, are you? We heard that several times today. All in all, I don't think I heard one positive word about FEMA today. One woman told us, "Churches - Baptist and Methodist and Presbyterians - and volunteers from all over the country have rebuilt my home. They did everything. The government has done nothing."

I think that about says it.

GREG

2/26/06 12:18 am - F.E.M.A. Has Done Very Little, The Red Cross has done very little

FEMA has done very little to help us. The Red Cross has done very little to help us.

This was how our host began his orientation for us at the church. Over 16 million tons of debris have been removed, hundreds of millions of dollars have been spent, FEMA people are everywhere and yet no one can tell you whose debris they are removing, who is recieving all that money or what those government people are doing. Literally, tens of thousands of people of faith (and I mean, of ALL faiths) are putting Mississippi back together again one brick at a time.

I have found this both reassuring and awe-inspiring but also deeply saddening. One gentleman shook his head while he told me, "We are not a third-world country. I pay my taxes. I fought in Vietnam. I've served my country to keep it strong. The government should be able to help me now."

Well said. We the people, represented by our government, have failed these people we should be serving and the churches, synagogues and the mosques of this country have picked up the slack. The learning curve was steep, though, and we lack in organizational structure, unity and hierarchy. All of this cost the people of this area time, money and, in some cases, their homes. There is nothing wrong with expecting faith communities to step things up and do their part by living up to their faith...but the government owes us all leadership and expertise. I hope the next few days show me more of that than today did.

GREG

2/25/06 08:37 am - We're Here!!

4:00 pm:

Well, after what seemed like a never ending journey of wet and epic proportions, we are here!

The second leg of our flight was bumpy and we tried to land three or four times before we finally managed to touch down. Once unloaded, we found our luggage in a sorry state of sodden damage. I have no idea how but every stitch of what we owned was soaked through with what we can only HOPE was just rain water.

But we're here. The Bates have been very warm and welcoming and Handsboro church is really, really well set up for work groups. Driving from the airport we were astonished by the damage we saw and we were still more than a mile from the shore, well away from the water damage.

12:00 am:

We drove to Long Beach Church this afternoon for a church BBQ. The food was amazing and the company was very welcoming but we really wondered why we were there. We seemed out of place and the members of the congregation seemed as puzzled as we were as to our reason for joining them. Uncomfortable! But neither the food nor the discomfort made the biggest impression on us. The drive to and from the church will be forever marked on my brain.

The damage was incredible and unbelievable. It was dark when we drove out but there was enough light to make out broken house after broken house. Debris seemed strewed about everywhere and sometimes it seemed like people hadn't even tried to clean out garbage and food but had abandoned it all to rot. Why? I understand construction problems and insurance problems and what not...by why not clean up the garbage, at least?

I'm sure we'll learn more as we go.

GREG

2/25/06 01:11 am - the final countdown!

In T-2.5 hrs, people! SNAP! haha. That's right, I am pumped. You all had better be!

2/23/06 09:07 am - Vespers

Hey ya'll,
Stephanie and I worked on our vespers service last night, and here's what we came up with...we decided to shake it up a little...
song: Hallelujah
Short Story: Because I Love You by Max Lucado
(We're basically theming it around being upset that God would let something like this happen, and that we can't necessarily see the happy ending, but that God will always be there for us and protect us, even when we don't understand what's going on.)
Scripture: Isaiah 43:1-7
song: Praise Adonai
Closing Prayer
That's about it. Only one more day!!!!!
~bOOmbOOm ><>

2/21/06 09:55 pm

Hey guys,
Johanna and I worked on our vesper service tonight. We are planning on using the scripture verses: Matt.11:28, Jeremiah 29:11-14 and Phillipeans 4:11-13. Our theme is going to be of encouragment and reassurance that the workers' jobs are being appreciated and they are serving the Lord. We were thinking about doing the songs: "Here I am Lord" "Every Move I Make" and "All in ALL"
If anyone has any ideas, please share with us. Thanks,
Erika

2/21/06 03:03 pm - Call to Worship

Leader: I love you, O Lord, my strength
Congregation: The Lord is my Rock, my Fortress, and my Deliverer
L:My God, my rock in whom I take refuge
C: My sheild, and the horn of my salvation, my stroghold
L: I call upon the Lord who is worthy to be praised.
C: So I shall be saved from my enemies
L: Let us woship the Lord

And then the 4 songs we chose for the service were:

Here I am to Worship (Before Call to Worship)
Amazing Grace (After Call to Worship)
In Christ Alone (After Sermon)
I will call upon the ord (After Benediction)

~Joye~

2/21/06 10:07 am - charge

Go forward, remembering your firm foundation,
picking each other up as we fall,
confident in the mercy of God
who renews our spirits whenever we call on Him.

2/20/06 09:01 pm

Here is the Prayer of Confession:

Loving God,
Thank you for bringing us together this morning to seek Your word and sing Your praises. We come before You to ask for forgiveness and for help in seeking heavenly treasures. Forgive us for placing our faith in earthly goods and material possessions. Help us to remember that our lives are in Your hands and that You will take care of us. We thank You for the opportunity to be renewed and to rebuild the faith that may have weakened. In Christ's name we pray, Amen.

2/20/06 01:16 pm

Erika's schedule for the week:

I would be available tuesday between 12 and 1:30, or after 7, wednesday after 2:30, or thursday evening.
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