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Thursday morning, visitors in our associational offices represented Southern Baptists from Texas and from Michigan. Freddie Arnold and I pulled up chairs and chatted with them about the best way to bring work groups into New Orleans, as well as how not to do it.
A diverse group met at New Salem Baptist Church in the Upper 9th Ward Thursday after lunch. Pastor Warren Jones returned from evacuation in Grapevine, Texas, three weeks ago and is living in a make-shift room across the street from the church. He has nothing but praise for the fine hospitality the members and staff of the First Baptist Church of Grapevine showed him for months, and for that, we thank them also.
A dozen of us sat in a large circle in the hollowed out sanctuary, with Pastor Warren and BCM director Keith Cating astride stacks of drywall in front. Baptist leaders from Texas and Arkansas were present, as well as Northshore Director of Missions Lonnie Wascom, and others from our local BCM. "Who cleaned out your building?" I asked Pastor Jones.
"Anybody and everybody," he answered. "I never knew who was going to show up. The doors are wide open, as you see, and people just walk in and we put them to work." Right now, it appears the folks from Russellville, Arkansas, are going to be helping.
The Upper 9th Ward is, as you would expect, close to the disastrous Lower 9th. The main difference is that its buildings are still standing. But drive down any street and you quickly decide this is one devastated area. Without knowing the residents, you could see yourself as mayor deciding to bulldoze the entire place. Sad, sad, sad. But it is home to Dr. Warren Jones and his congregation, all of whom are scattered across America at the moment. It is completely uncertain how many, if any, will be returning.
Warren Jones is what is affectionately known as a piece of work. He's one of a kind, a truly beloved and kind man of God. The joy of the Lord seeps out the pores of his skin. "See that sign out front," he said. "We put a verse of Scripture every week on it. In fact, some of our people and I have a meeting each week about that. We pray and take suggestions, then decide. And when we've not put up a new verse, we get calls. People say, 'What's the verse for this week?' There's a lot of traffic out there." He was referring to North Claiborne Street, three steps outside the front door. "We've had people come to know Christ because of the verse of Scripture on that sign."
I was glad to hear that. I wish pastors knew what a great tool they have for drawing people into the kingdom and their church just by the creative use of the sign in their front yard. My spirit grieves when I see a nice sign carrying a message about an event that occurred a month ago. And almost as bad, no indication as to when the services begin on Sunday. Worst of all are the negative ones. I recall a sign in front of a Mississippi church years ago that read "Repent or burn in hell forever" and on the other side "Are you driving your children to hell?" Some pastor had a hell fixation and had forgotten the word "gospel" means "good news."
Wednesday evening on the NBC Nightly News, Brian Williams talked about the network's continuing in-depth coverage of the Gulf Coast and New Orleans in particular. "We've had lots of support and thank-yous," he said, essentially, "but we've also gotten the occasional negative response." Some wrote to say, "Enough with the New Orleans thing" and "Give it a rest." But Williams pointed out how 2 million people were displaced by Katrina, hundreds of thousands lost their homes, the southern coastline has been redrawn by this hurricane, and billions of tax-payers' dollars are being spent to correct and rebuild. "This is our assignment," he pointed out, "and we intend to cover it." Pow, take that. Thanks, Brian. That felt good.
I sent Williams a note after the program to thank him. In so many words, I pointed out: "I fully understand those who say 'enough' and 'give it a rest.' Those of us who live in the middle of this mess feel the same way. We wake up every morning wishing it had all been a bad dream and that it would go away." I told him I had intended to write sooner to say thank you for his sympathetic coverage of our story. I ended my note with, "I wish to God I knew how to say 'thank you' better and stronger and deeper than with mere words. But thank you."
We give thanks for so many friends who are coming to help us.
At Wednesday's pastors meeting at FBC-LaPlace, we had fewer than the usual number of ministers present, but twice the normal allotment of friends. Chip Turner, vice-president of Southern Baptist's television channel, FamilyNet, was on hand to talk about the coming of this great resource to our community through Cox Cable. When people watch FamilyNet, they can call a number on the screen for counseling, and those making decisions for Christ will be directed to local churches in their neighborhoods. I told the group that even though FamilyNet has not been available locally, I receive a dozen referrals a year from this service. I look up the person's address on the local map and find the nearest Baptist Church and call the pastor with this information. With the cable channel available now, that number should increase dramatically.
Dan Fuller from Oklahoma told how the telephone company will pay some churches in East New Orleans a large fee for the right to set up a small building for his company on their property. "Every little bit helps," he said to some interested ministers. Gibbie McMillan of Southern Baptists of Texas Convention was on hand, offering encouragment and assistance. Eddie Honeycutt of Henry County Baptist Association in Virginia came to see the area and offer teams of his people to help local churches with backyard Bible clubs and block parties this summer. Eddie is working on a feeding unit on the West Bank this week.
In the early New Testament church, Barnabas distinguished himself by his generosity and his kind spirit. Originally named Joseph--not a bad name at all, I think you'll agree--the congregation dubbed him "Mister Encourager," a free translation of Bar-Nabas, "Son of Comfort." Trace his work through Acts chapters 4-15 and you'll quickly see why he has become a hero to many of us.
Monday night, at our annual evangelism conference, held this year in the brand-new sanctuary of the great First Baptist Church of LaFayette, Pastor Dennis Watson of Metairie's Celebration Church preached. Tuesday, I bought a CD and listened to the sermon again on my drive back to New Orleans.
Dennis recounted the day many years ago when he was driving around the country interviewing outstanding pastors. He had made an appointment with Perry Sanders, the legendary leader of the LaFayette church, who has served there since 1959, building one of the state's strongest Baptist churches in the middle of Acadiana. He checked into a hotel and called Perry who told him, "You're not staying there; you're staying at my house. Check out." Dennis said, "I've already paid in cash." The inimitable Dr. Sanders said with a twinkle in his eye no doubt, "Son, you are in PerrySandersville. I'll take care of it." A few minutes later, the manager of the hotel knocked at the door and gave Dennis his money and written directions to the Sanders home. Welcome to LaFayette. (Steve Horn has come to succeed Dr. Sanders, and is sharing the pastoral duties for a time. I drew him a cartoon in which someone was saying, "Steve is the only pastor in Louisiana who is trying NOT to imitate Perry Sanders!" The rest of us probably are.)
"New Orleans has long been known as 'the city that care forgot,'" Dennis Watson said in his sermon. "But my people and I pray for it to become 'The City that Cares For God.'"
"A representative from the Franklin Graham organization asked me how I thought we were going to get the gospel to the world." Dennis answered, "I suppose through the media, through great crusades." "No," the man said, "Through disaster relief. When catastrophes strike around the world, disaster relief teams are able to get into countries that would never receive our missionaries, because we go to help them and minister to them in their hour of great need."
The Graham worker continued, "After the tsunami hit Southeast Asia, in one small country in that part of the world, a group of Muslim leaders approached our workers and said, 'We want to apologize to you. We have attacked you and fought you and even killed some of you. But when disaster struck, you were the only ones to come help us.'"
On Sunday, two town hall meetings were held at the First Baptist Church of Belle Chasse. I drove down for their 10:30 worship service, then stayed for one of the gatherings.
Belle Chasse is a lovely little river community just below Gretna, barely inside Plaquemines Parish. The First Baptist Church has for decades been one of our stronger churches in the BAGNO association. They're pastorless these days and the town hall meeting, led by interim pastor Paul Hussey, was to start the congregation thinking about future directions for their church. The other meeting in their building was members of the destroyed churches of South Plaquemines, further down the river.
For years the Plaquemines Baptist Association has been made up of five small churches: Port Sulphur, Buras-Triumph, Riverview, City Price, and Venice. The director of missions for New Orleans has had the responsibility of working with them, keeping their books, etc., but over the years the churches let it be known they had no desire to join the larger association lest they be swallowed up and forgotten. A quick glance at the map shows these communities downriver on a thin strip of land down state highway 23, continuing 65 miles below the Naval Air Station at Belle Chasse. From my house to our furthest church is over 80 miles. Decades ago, most of these churches were bigger and stronger, running in the hundreds. With the oil bust some years ago, members moved away to find jobs, and the churches fell onto hard times. Some were running less than 20. Now, all five of the churches are gone.
As it turned out, the dozen or so who gathered for the South Plaquemines meeting were all members of the Buras-Triumph Church. Pastor Frank Ducharme relocated to Scott, LA, and has sent word that he will not be returning. With the exception of Pastor Lynn Rodrigue of Port Sulphur, that seems to be the case of the other pastors. Not that there's anything to return to at the present time.
We discussed the need for the Plaquemines Association to merge with BAGNO. We discussed erasing the names of the five churches in Plaquemines and starting from scratch at first, with only one church that would be centrally located downriver. We would pour our resources into it until the population returned sufficiently to justify beginning churches in the other communities.
One of our pastors is speaking at the Louisiana Baptist Evangelism Conference next week in LaFayette and asked some of us to funnel our favorite Katrina stories to him. Presumably, he'll pick a couple that fit his sermon best and share with the folks at the meeting.
I told him the story of a Shepherd named David. No, not the one in the Scriptures. David Rodriguez, pastor of the Horeb Baptist Church in Gretna. Great guy. He's Hispanic, but speaks English better than I do, and is married to Ninfa, one of our associational secretaries.
When word circulated on Saturday, August 27, that Katrina was taking dead-aim at New Orleans, David and Ninfa Rodriguez decided to do something bold and even daring. They contacted almost every member of their church and invited them to evacuate together.
At this point, they needed to find a camp or assembly somewhere that could accommodate their crowd. With the assistance of Freddie Arnold in our office, they tried the various Baptist camps around the state and finally contacted Curt Iles at the Dry Creek Assembly in western Louisiana. "Come on," he said, "we'll be glad to take every one of you."
When they pulled out of New Orleans Sunday morning around three o'clock, there were 150 in their caravan. They arrived at Dry Creek around eleven and settled in.
Driving to the associational office Friday morning, I was doing all right until I turned off the interstate onto Elysian Fields Avenue and headed north toward the lakefront. After about mile, my eyes became teary and I almost had to pull over. After all this time, the sight of the deadness of this neighborhood is so depressing I can't take it. I began to analyze my tears. It's not about this Burger King or that Walgreen's. They'll be back. It's not about that particular house or the ruined car over there. It's just everything. The place is so dead and so empty, and every house represents a family that has hit a brick wall, that's living away from home, that is hurting and wondering what to do now.
I said through my tears, "Dear Lord, I don't know what to do about it! What can I do to help these people?" I'm not real sure how to explain this, but God spoke back. "It's not about you. You can't do much. This is about what I'm going to do." At that point, I lost it again.
Walking up to the office, I thought, "Why are we even here? No one knows we're here. Nobody is coming to see us. We don't even have phones. We could do our work better at home." I had not been there ten minutes when I heard a voice in the reception area.
I spent all of Thursday afternoon calling on three of our SBC mission centers in New Orleans. Friendship House, overseen by Kay Bennett, used to minister to troubled and needy women and their children. The Rachel Sims Center and the Carver Center, administered by Larry Miguez and Linda Middlebrooks, formerly devoted themselves to inner city kids and their families. These days, everything has changed. In short, the people aren't here any longer. So, the North American Mission Board assigned these missionaries and those at the Brantley Center, formerly devoted to the homeless and run by Toby Pitman, to help us host volunteer groups coming in to help restore New Orleans.
I had no appointments today, so after spending the morning in the associational office, mainly devoted to writing letters, I headed out to visit the centers. We've been sending teams of visitors to their facilities, and I felt it was time I checked to see how things were going.
"We have lights and water, but no phones and no internet." I told Kay Bennett that she was describing our situation in the associational office. The Friendship House sits near the river on Elysian Fields Avenue, a block from the backside of the French Quarter. A couple of missionary interns working at the center were plowing their way through mountains of supplies sent from all over the nation. "We had to quit taking clothes," Kay said. "We have no place to put them. I thought about piling them in the parking lot and inviting anybody and everybody to take them. But that sounded like a bad idea." She went on, "We have lots of helps for people cleaning out their homes. Sometimes our volunteers just drive around, looking for people working on their houses, and donate these large tubs that are filled with cleaning supplies and gloves and masks, brushes, you name it. People are so appreciative. Sometimes they want to talk and that's where the witness comes in."
They have a number of volunteers--from Arkansas, I think--who have been staying there for weeks, switching every week or so with a new crew that comes in to relieve these. "One team is working on Dr. Kelley's house at the seminary today," she said. "The rest of them are gutting out homes in the neighborhood."
"I see you still have that tree in your front yard." She laughed and said, "I've called the city and asked if someone can haul it away. But there it sits." Actually, the Friendship House has no front yard, just a sidewalk. The massive tree, brought down by the hurricane, could have taken out the side of the building, but it went perpendicular. Crews have cut the limbs off and hauled them away, leaving the massive torso sprawled near the front door like the worst in modern art.
At Wednesday's pastors meeting at the First Baptist Church of LaPlace, we crammed a great deal into two hours and a half. Our friends from the Baptist Convention of New York--Milton Kornegay and Richard Taylor--spoke to the group of fifty or so, offering the support of prayer, volunteer crews, and finances. Later, I overheard Milton extending invitations to a couple of pastors to bring their wives to New York for brief vacations. One of the pastors began, "I don't know. There are so many more deserving than I." I said, "Bob. Shut up. You're going to talk him out of it." We all laughed. It was a wonderful gesture of our NY friends.
Joe Williams (FBI chaplain with experience at the Murrah Federal Building and Ground Zero) reminded the pastors of plans for a day-long getaway for fellowship and discussion with other ministers and their wives. This event will be provided soon by our North American Mission Board, under Joe's direction. The director of the State Mental Hospital at Mandeville visited our meeting today and addressed the pastors on the need to take care of themselves. "I've talked with two pastors who have been running day and night since Katrina," he said, "and they're in bad emotional trouble. I probed a little and found that neither one of them has been keeping up with his prayer time and Bible reading. They say the phone starts ringing when they get up in the morning and they don't stop running until night and they're tired all the time." He explained that a number of suicides and suicide-attempts have been registered since the hurricane, not saying they were specifically among the clergy, only that people have to take care of themselves. He had an interesting philosophy in dealing with potential suicides. "I tell them, 'Things will be better in fifteen minutes.'"
Ty Salter and Carl Deitz, from the financial department of NAMB, detailed the types of loans our mission board can make to churches, and asked to meet with pastors during lunch. Ty said they came as much to listen and find out what the churches' needs are, as much as to share information.
"Who needs an electric organ?" I asked. A director of missions in North Mississippi had called me with information about one. "We'd love to have it." Pastor David Arceneaux of Gentilly Church said, "I hope it's not too large. We'll have to store it upstairs since our ruined sanctuary is still wide open to the world." DOM Frank Lay will drive the organ down here himself. Tangible encouragement to a devastated church.
"The latest word is that Billy Graham is coming to our Festival of Hope!" Pastor Dennis Watson of Celebration Church reminded everyone of the Franklin Graham crusade scheduled for March 11-12 in our New Orleans Arena, the basketball arena next door to the Superdome. "And that's not all. Billy Graham told Franklin that he and Ruth both want to come. And we understand that George Beverly Shea and Cliff Barrows will be here! Franklin has said that his father will preach at the Sunday afternoon meeting!" Dennis added, "The only worry now is that the New Orleans Arena won't hold the crowd." Nice problem.
Monday was Martin Luther King Day and the mayor of New Orleans took this opportunity to insult most of the residents of his "new" city and offend the president to whom he is appealing for big money to restore the city.
Mayor C. Ray Nagin was speaking to some sixty people on the steps of City Hall. After envisioning himself having a conversation with Dr. King in which the slain civil rights leader did not like a single thing going on around here, Nagin said: "It's time for us to rebuild a New Orleans, the one that should be a chocolate New Orleans. And I don't care what people are saying Uptown or wherever they are. The city will be chocolate at the end of the day. This city will be a majority African-American city. It's the way God wants it to be."
That was just the first of several strange statements he made in that brief speech.
The radio talk shows were flooded with callers decrying his speech. WWL radio replayed excerpts several times and the entire speech once or twice. I sent this letter to the editor Tuesday morning: "Had a white mayor stood on the steps of City Hall and called for the city to become majority White, he would have been branded a racist from one end of this country to the other." Then, referring to the excellent coverage in Monday morning's paper on Grace Baptist Church, I wrote: "On Monday, your front page featured a multi-racial church in the Bywater section that is 'colorless,' as Pastor Bill Rogers said. On Tuesday, the front page has the mayor of New Orleans calling for the city to be "chocolate." The contrast could not be starker."
City Councilman Oliver Thomas, an African-American being pushed by some to run for mayor, is quoted in the paper: "Everybody's jaws are dropping right now. Even if you believe some of that crazy stuff, this is not the type of image we need to present to the nation."
In that brief speech, Nagin also said, "...God is mad at America. He's sending hurricane after hurricane.... Surely He is not approving us being in Iraq under false pretenses."
A friend heard that and said, "This is the mayor who's trying to get the president to help us?"
This is about a church changed by a teenager, Debbie, and one blessed by my "daughter", Mary. You're going to love both stories.
I've told you about Grace Baptist Church on Rampart Street in New Orleans. It's just over a hundred years old, its pastor is 76-year-old Bill Rogers (who is, incredibly, about to get an earned doctorate from our seminary in Louisville), and it has maintained a great witness for the Lord through some extremely difficult times. Now, Monday, January 16, they made the front page of the Times-Picayune. And not just the front, the church took the upper half of the front page with the kind of great publicity you couldn't purchase.
The headline reads "Together in Faith," and the over-sized caption near the large color photo showing people hugging reads, "When 16-year-old Debbie Curtis-Barbarin stepped through the doors of Grace Baptist Church in 1973, she brought with her a new era of diversity." The article covers a celebration Sunday in which the church remembered the day Debbie first attended and started it to becoming a color-blind, accepting congregation. When she walked into the church that day, as soon as she noticed it was a whites-only affair, she decided to leave and not return. That's when people started coming up, welcoming her. An elderly couple who were so kind made the difference, she said, and she came back. In time, her entire family started attending. The church "now boasts one of the most diverse congregations in the Gulf South," according to the paper.
The Bywater neighborhood surrounding Grace Baptist Church is still largely vacant. There's so much rebuilding and renovating yet to do, with displaced residents driving in from outlying cities to work on their off-days. Grace has been running 25 or so since Katrina, but Sunday 70 were present. "This church is totally colorless," said Pastor Rogers in the article. And for that, he said the church owes a brave teenager a great deal. Today, Grace counts among its congregation natives of Honduras, Costa Rica, Nicaragua, and Canada, as well as locals who are descendants of Irish, German, French, and African.
Incidentally, they led young Debbie to the Lord and baptized her not long after she started attending. She is now a clerk in the finance office of the federal government in New Orleans, lives in a FEMA trailer in Slidell, and commutes to the church where she teaches a Sunday School class.
You've heard the Ray Bolz song "Thank you for giving to the Lord," which envisions people coming up to you in Heaven pointing out the little acts of faithfulness you did on earth which God used to influence them. I'm convinced that is precisely what will happen there. But suppose we got started early; suppose we began telling those special people how important they are to us now, today.
Sunday morning, two of our churches in the devastated area of New Orleans held worship services for the first time since Katrina.
At 9 am, I worshiped with 25 members of Elysian Fields Avenue Baptist Church, meeting in the home of Bob and Linda Jackson, a block behind the church. The area still has no electricity and the Jackson's home had been gutted down to the bare floor and wall studs. With the temperature outside in the high 40s, everyone bundled up and warmed one another. The Jacksons, now teaching at the seminary, are former missionaries to Africa. "We're used to this," Linda laughed. "No building, no heat. This is how we did it for years." Pastor Ken Taylor welcomed everyone, and with tears in his eyes, brought everyone up to date on the church's situation.
"It appears that our church buildings will be a total loss," he told the members. "We had no flood insurance, and we do not know what kind of settlement we'll get." He continued, "We're hoping to be able to build a smaller church, one more suitable to our needs." With the large sanctuary and a small congregation, they had gone to worshiping in the fellowship hall in recent months.
Interspersed between the spirited worship choruses, members gave testimonies. Paula Stringer told of entering her devastated home and finding paper scattered everywhere. "One page that stood out from the rest," she said, "contained Psalm 77." She read some of the Psalm, particularly the final verses, as everyone marveled at their relevance to our situation. "The clouds poured out water, the skies gave forth a sound...the sound of thy thunder was in the whirlwind, the lightnings lit up the world, the earth trembled and shook." "No one saw your footprints, but you were there," Paula finished, "You led your people like a flock."
Pastor Ken invited me to say a few words, after which I left to make the 10 am service at Suburban Baptist Church, some three or four miles further east. I jokingly said if Suburban church was this cold, I might think of a third church to go visit and use that as an excuse to leave early.
Village de l'Est Baptist Church and Pastor Thomas Walters were meeting with Pastor Jeff Box and the Suburban folks today, the first post-K service for either. There must have been a hundred or more in attendance. To my surprise, they had electricity. No gas, so the church's heaters weren't working, but one little space heater--and the crowd--warmed up the fellowship hall. The projector flashed an image of a dove in flight on the wall in front, with the words "Welcome Home." People were hugging and laughing; it was a grand occasion.
Late Thursday evening, I told Margaret if she didn't mind, I was going to a movie. I knew enough about "Munich" to know it was a story I was interested in and that she would not enjoy it. Three hours later, I walked out of the cinema with mixed emotions. Following the killing of the Israeli athletes at the 1972 Olympics in Munich, Germany, a small band of commandos sought out the assassins and exterminated them one by one. This Steven Spielberg movie is quite different from anything he's has done before, and I thought it might be the diversion I needed. What did I need? Probably a good western. A good old-fashioned clear-cut moral tale of good and evil, with good winning decisively. But it was not to be.
The protagonist (that's the hero, remember?) was not a professional killer but a family man, deeply troubled by the revenge killings he had to do. The bomb-maker was tormented because he saw Judaism as all about righteousness--"It's a beautiful thing, right?" he said--and ended up destroying himself with one of his creations. In short, there was wrong on both sides, perhaps a little right on each side, and me caught in the middle. This was not the movie I had wanted.
I'm in the middle of a novel about the Battle of Waterloo, Lord Wellington and Napoleon and all that; it's my bedtime reading and I get about 5 pages done before turning off the light, so it's taking forever. But I'm about to lay it aside. The sides get too complicated, too many good guys on the bad side and crazy people on the good side. I don't need this at this point in my life. I have enough complication in the real world.
Wednesday morning, the Times-Picayune presented the report of the Bring New Orleans Back Commission that was released later that day. Some of the recommendations from this distinguished panel include halting all renovation and rebuilding in the flooded zone for 4 months, turning large areas of the city into parks and greenspace, building a regional transit system which would include light-rail to Baton Rouge, streamlining local government (consolidating many offices, cutting out excessive assessors and courts and judges), and preparing a flood control system based on the Dutch model. I've not read the actual report and at this point, don't know how to get hold of one, but only the synopsis in the newspaper. Immediately, however, people started hollering throughout the city.
This week, the mayor will receive the report and recommendations of his Bring New Orleans Back Commission (also known as the "Bring Back N.O. Commission", which works a little better), the blue ribbon panel of community leaders who have been active since late September envisioning how the "new" city should look. The ULI (Urban Land Institute) has recommended that certain low-lying sections of the city be abandoned and turned into parks, with many political leaders crying foul, saying it's a racist plan since minorities lived in those least desirable sections. The BNOB Commission is expected to come down somewhere in the middle.
Meanwhile, a community group known as ACORN is hard at work helping people in the Lower 9th Ward, worst hit portion of the city, clean out their houses and get ready to rebuild. They're thinking that if residents can restore their homes quickly, the city won't dare tell them to move out.
We're eagerly awaiting other reports. The governor's Recovery Commission (which pertains both to New Orleans and the entire Louisiana coastline) is due to report in soon. It'll be interesting to see how their recommendations match up or conflict with the local report. FEMA is set to release a map of metro New Orleans showing the new flood zones with their recommendations where elevations of homes will have to be raised. Insurance companies will set their rates based on this piece of paper.
Speaking of insurance, Allstate said Tuesday that automobile insurance rates for our area are going out of sight. Even this far removed from the hurricane and flood, you can still find flooded-and-ruined cars abandoned all over New Orleans. I've heard the figure, something like 100,000 or more cars destroyed by Katrina. The insurance companies have taken a hard lick.
Many wonder what will happen if the governor and the mayor cannot agree rebuilding our city. It was reported tonight that the governor controls the purse strings on several billion dollars (that's "billion"!) to be spent in this area. (It was also announced today that someone has started a petition to recall Governor Blanco. They'll have to garner 900,000 signatures in 180 days.)
The front page of USA Today showed students returning to Dillard University, one of our historically Black colleges. It took a great deal of flood damage, so the school has leased large sections of the downtown Hilton Hotel for dorms. "Private baths and double beds! Valet service!" the students exclaimed. The article said several local colleges are amazed at the high percentage of students who are returning for this Spring semester. One president said these "kids" will forever be known as the Katrina class.
I've been struck by the correlation of the Old Testament events surrounding the life of Nehemiah and our situation in New Orleans. The fact that Southern Baptists chose this volume as the Winter Bible Study Book for this season--and made that decision three or four years ago--makes it even more meaningful. Why, it's almost like--dare we say it?--that...God knew? Oh, yeah. He knows. Does He ever.
Both stories have so much in common.
A dispersed people. A deserted, devastated city. Opponents who did not want to see the city rebuilt. The city's devastation seen as the judgment of God. Earnest prayer going up for the city. First, the walls to be restored. (Our levees. Make the city secure first, then rebuild.) Government provision for all supplies. Continual prayer from beginning to end. Tough decisions, requiring courage.
I'm typing this on Friday night and leaving first thing Saturday morning for north Alabama. I've been invited to teach "Nehemiah" at four sessions on Sunday and one Monday night at the New Prospect Baptist Church in Jasper, Alabama. This is one of our family's numerous "family churches," as my relatives have been vital members of this church for several generations. Pastor Fred Karthaus, all around nice guy and possessor of a doctorate from our local N.O. seminary, was so gracious to invite me. I find myself looking forward to it more than anything similar in a long time.
The story of Nehemiah is a great story. It's only 13 chapters long, and several can be skipped without doing damage to the narrative since they are lists of workers or citizens. So, what makes it a great story? What makes any story effective?
The news each day--radio, television, newspaper--concerns the upcoming report of the Bring New Orleans Back Commission and what they will recommend. At this point, it's still impossible to know which neighborhoods are going to be resettled and which, if any, turned into public parks. That prevents us from knowing which churches to "bring back." So, we clean out the churches to the studs and lock them up. And wait.
Our Wednesday pastors' meeting at First Baptist-LaPlace was a blessing as usual. We had made no phone calls to alert everyone to the resumption of these meetings after the holiday break, but an excellent number turned out. How many? Perhaps 35. The best part is that three pastors came for the first time, only recently returned from evacuation and having learned of the weekly gathering.
Our agenda Wednesday followed the usual pattern. We stood around greeting, visiting with each other, and fixing our coffee until 9:15, then began with a concert of prayer. I talked a little as usual, called on Freddie Arnold to bring us up to speed on all the recovery work taking place throughout the city, and heard from Cornelius Tilton (Irish Channel Church) and Anthony Pierce (Evangelistic) who told of their experiences during their absence from New Orleans. Cornelius said, "Our church took some damage but we are up and running. Two other congregations have come in with us, so we now have three churches and two pastors, all meeting together." They're running perhaps 35 or 40, a fraction of their former attendance. Anthony's church is still out of business and his members scattered across America.
1. USA Today for Tuesday lists 5 things to expect in 2006, and number two is: "New Orleans Returns." We sure like the sound of that. Basically, it refers to the conventions set to meet in our city sometime later in the year. The first big one comes in June when the American Library Association brings 20,000 librarians. My kind of people. Article says most of the city's 19,000 hotel rooms are now operational, although five major hotels downtown remain closed.
2. Personally, I was glad to see 2005 close up shop and go home. One year ago I was recovering from cancer surgery, which was followed by nearly 3 months of radiation, followed by a similar period of recovering from the radiation. In June, my wife's sister, two years younger than Margaret, died. And you know what happened in late August. I'm sure a lot of great things happened in 2005; I just can't recall any of them at the moment.
3. As though underscoring the darkness of the year, on the final day, my mentor left us. James Richardson had successfully battled cancer a few years back, but something--I think they called it dementia--managed to do what cancer could not. He was 82, 17 years my senior. The reason I note that is that when I would tell him he was my father in the ministry (actually, one of three), he would laugh, "I'm not old enough." We first met in the late 1960s when I was newly called to Emmanuel Baptist Church in Greenville, Mississippi, and James was the long-time leader of the nearby First Baptist Church of Leland. We quickly became friends, especially when he counseled Margaret and me on our marriage. A few years later, he recommended me to the staff of the great First Baptist Church of Jackson, MS, where we stayed for three life-changing years.