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After Dale Pierce went through the devastated regions of our city recently, he penned a poem to express his feelings. I asked for a copy to share with you.
Title: Blessed is Each New Day
by Dale T. Pierce
As I walked through Saint Bernard,
I scanned the woe and loss.
I pondered Great Katrina,
And added up the cost.
The buildings all were damaged,
And some were rubble piles.
I knew it would be many days,
'Fore home they'd come from miles.
Alone I walked through Saint Bernard,
The silence struck me dumb.
The cost and loss beyond compare,
How could such wreckage come?
Now a year has come and gone,
And help still comes and goes.
The hands of God came through His men,
And women, Heaven knows.
We praise the Lord for all He's done,
We count now praises due.
We thank our God for blessings come,
And hearts He has renewed.
So thank you all for coming,
To help us build our homes.
We thank you for your sacrifice,
For Father's love you've shown.
Our churches still are meeting,
In homes and sheds and more.
We're praising God for healing,
His Church of 'us' restored.
When you go home our one request
Is pray, and pray, and pray.
For Father's hand is great to bless,
And blessed is each new day.
(I'm certain you have Dale's permission to reprint it.)
David Crosby of the FBC of NO sent an email this week which we in turn forwarded to all our pastors, announcing the Second Katrina Anniversary Prayer Rally. The date, of course, is Wednesday, August 29, 2007, 7 pm, at the First Baptist Church of New Orleans, 5290 Canal Boulevard.
"My biggest problem is going from being a disaster pastor," one of our men said, "to simply being the pastor of the church." He was voicing the difficulty a number of ministers in this part of the world are dealing with these days: how to transition from the crisis mode their church has functioned in for the past 21 months since Katrina to the normal routine of pastoring a church.
He went on to explain, "When you are gutting out a house or rebuilding a church, you can see the progress each day. But in the typical day of pastoring a church, it's another story. You deal with people having problems, you plan church programs, you visit the hospitals, you prepare sermons. At the end of the day, it's hard to see what you got accomplished. The switch is hard on some of us."
While some of our pastors are dealing with this problem, some wish they were. Jerry Darby is still driving over from Alvin, Texas, near Houston each week. He attends our Wednesday morning pastors' gathering, then rounds up as many of the scattered members of his One Faith Church as he can locate, and they have church in someone's home that evening. Next day, he drives back to Texas and pastors New Life Baptist Church there. He admitted, "My Texas members live in fear that we will move back to New Orleans." But even if that happens--and Jerry's wife, a native New Orleanian, is ready in a heartbeat--it's not likely anytime soon. Too few members and no location. Since they are meeting in various homes, some wag suggested their church can be labeled "One Faith, Many Locations."
Thomas Glover wants his New Covenant Mission in Harvey to transition into a more diverse congregation. "Before Katrina, we were running 20 in attendance, and now we have 40. But, other than Bethany Hales, our "Unlimited Partnership" minister, we're all African-American." Thomas got a laugh when he told of someone asking Bethany if New Covenant is a diverse congregation. "Well," she said, "I'm the only diverse one right now."
I preached Sunday morning at the First Baptist Church of Belle Chasse. This good church is announcing that Pastor Sam Gentry of Ironton, Missouri, has received a unanimous call as their next pastor and will begin the first Sunday of July. They are so excited. The sign in front of the church said, "Welcome to new pastor Sam Gentry." I wondered if anyone reading that would assume he was starting today. They did.
After the service I met a fine young couple who said they are church-looking and when they saw this congregation had a new pastor, decided to visit. "We're glad we came," the man said. "Your message was just for us." I was happy to see a deacon's wife greeting them and getting their contact information. The husband had said he and his wife were from different religious backgrounds and even though they've been married several years, they're still trying to find common ground. I gently probed about their relationship to Christ, and got their address to send some information.
A young man stationed at the Belle Chasse Naval Air Station responded to the invitation to say he was not a Christian, but wanted to be. I enjoyed leading him in what we call the sinner's prayer, inviting the Lord into his life and committing himself to Christ. The congregation burst into applause when he was presented at the conclusion of the service. A deacon told me later, "During Sunday School this morning, we made a special point to pray that people would be saved here today."
"I'm not comfortable in church," a young woman told me Saturday. "I've never found any church where I feel at home, like I belong there."
The hospitals of the metro area plan to be ready for the next big one. Some have dug wells and bought satellite phones and erected their own antennas, and have stockpiled food and medicine in advance of the next hurricane to hit this city.
The lead front-page article in Sunday's Times-Picayune focuses on steps the various medical centers have taken to make sure that the chaotic situation that developed after Katrina's winds and the subsequent flooding will not occur again. Previously, even though all hospitals had disaster drills, no one thought such a catastrophe could really happen.
There are no unbelievers this time.
Some hospital administrators say they have not ruled out evacuation, but most still plan to stay open to some degree. Elective surgeries will be cancelled the moment a hurricane even hints at choosing our city, and patients such as intensive-care babies and high-risk pregnant mothers will be moved northward.
In the 21 months since Katrina, hospitals have had their people busy reinforcing their buildings against wind and water. West Jefferson Medical Center on the West Bank has raised its generators 20 feet above sea level, and has dug two wells to supply drinking water in the event the parish water system fails. On the North Shore, St. Tammany Parish Hospital installed windows guaranteed to take winds up to 145 mph. Tulane Hospital and Clinic in Downtown New Orleans spent truckloads of money flood-proofing facilities where the emergency generators are stored. Tulane bought a rooftop antenna that can be removed prior to a storm and set up afterwards.
Touro Infirmary in the Uptown area has built a command center equipped with satellite phones and radios where leaders can plan strategy in the wake of a disaster.
This time last year, the very idea of June 1 arriving and bringing with it the onset of the feared hurricane season was a frightening prospect. But since that six-month period turned out to be uneventful, for which we are still giving thanks, we now find ourselves a tad more confident this time around.
The headline in last Wednesday's paper announced: "Five major hurricanes are forecast." The federal entity known as the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration's Climate Prediction Center put out its annual and official forecast, calling for a strong possibility of an active season. This means somewhere between 13 and 17 "named" storms, of which 7 to 10 could become hurricanes. From 3 to 5 of those should become category 3 or higher.
Oddly enough, when they displayed a map of the Gulf region with the likelihood of a hurricane landing in each section, the lucky winner was Terrebonne Parish down Southwest of New Orleans. This area which includes the city of Houma has a 21.2 percent possibility of hosting a hurricane, compared to 10-15 percent for the New Orleans area.
Various weather experts are saying that due to global warming and other factors, it's a virtual certainty that Gulf storms will disrupt the production of oil and gas. This means we may expect further increases in fuel costs.
Now, I am not complaining that the prognosticators from last year--who predicted a busy season with major hurricanes--were wrong. We're delighted they were wrong. My simple question is: when were they ever right? I cannot recall a time. In fact, after one blown call when they had everyone in this area scared for no reason, we put on the church sign this little dig at the meterologists: "My son is a weather forecaster. Pray he will find honest work."
The best laugh I've had in a while came from one of our pastors who wanted to resign and the Lord put a stop to it. He sat in my office this week and told us what happened.
Under the stress of the church situation--every church has its situation--the pastor felt he had taken all he could stand. So, he sat down and wrote a letter to every member of his congregation. He didn't exactly resign, but came close to it. "Perhaps my work here is finished," he confessed.
He printed out the letter and, against her better judgement, his wife helped him stuff the envelopes and apply the stamps. He dropped them off at the post office and drove home.
Now, we old-timers could have told him not to act rashly, that these things often look different after a good night's sleep, and that at the very least he should have let that letter "set" overnight and read it more dispassionately the next morning. But, he had done it and that was that.
Or so he thought.
Samaritan's Purse is shutting down their operations in our city. We're pleased to have had their good people here for these 21 months since Katrina. We sincerely thank Franklin Graham and his team for their faithful service to God and this community.
Operation NOAH Rebuild--the ministry of the SBC North American Mission Board in our city--is committed to stay with us through August of 2008, and they have a full schedule planned for this summer. However, with the sale of the World Trade Center where NOAH's Volunteer Village is housed, we'll soon be going forward on a month-by-month basis there.
In a report Tuesday, NOAH's David Maxwell announced that to date, this ministry has hosted 10,338 volunteers from 671 church or school teams, all of them here to help rebuild the homes and churches of New Orleans. The Volunteer Village staff served 62,702 meals and provided 27,293 "bed nights." The NOAH office mailed out information packets to 1779 individuals, churches, or schools.
These teams have cleaned out 598 homes and have rebuilt 30 and have 126 under construction. Another 1,529 homes are still on the list to be rebuilt. They've cleaned out 3 churches, have rebuilt 4, have 11 under construction, and another 16 on the waiting list.
Okay, so far, so good. Those numbers are solid and fairly easy to find.
After that, the statistics get a little murkier. For instance, NOAH's records show 509 gospel presentations by those 10,000 volunteers, resulting in 203 professions of faith.
In a meeting Tuesday with some of the NOAH and NAMB people, we suggested that in posting these numbers, they need an explanation concerning the last line, something to the effect that "this is only what was reported." The actual numbers, we're convinced, were far higher.
Consider these two aspects:
Evangelistic Baptist Church, north of downtown and just south of the Interstate on Elysian Fields Avenue, was begun by Anthony Pierce a quarter-century ago. These days, Anthony and his wife life in Lafayette, and at this point, it appears they will not be moving back this way. Nevertheless, he still tries to pastor the small congregation that has managed to re-assemble in this sad post-Katrina neighborhood.
"Yesterday, we had a clothing giveaway," Anthony said. "We must have had a hundred people show up. It was great. And we ran out of food. Nice problem."
They had a supply preacher today, as Anthony has taken a job in retail sales and had to work. A lady said to me, "We want to thank all the churches that have helped us rebuild. It's so lovely when the people of God come together in the unity of the Lord."
Gentilly Baptist Church is a lot of things these days. It's officially "Gentilly/Elysian Fields Avenue Baptist Church" due to the merger with the remnants of the two congregations. Ken Taylor is pastoring the merged group which might have numbered 60 today, which includes a number of Arkansas friends here to help with the rebuilding of the city. This church building is the headquarters of the Arkansas Baptist State Convention. Jackie and Linda James live on the premises and host church teams from that state and their partner-state-convention, Kansas-Nebraska.
Associate Pastor (and seminary professor) Dennis Cole said, "Arkansas Baptists have just affirmed that they are going to stay with us until November of this year at least. They're sending lots of church teams this way. Some weeks we'll have a hundred staying in this building."
One Saturday soon, Dennis announced, a nursery in the Alexandria area is sending 3,000 yard plants down to Gentilly church. "We'll be sending teams into people's yards all over the neighborhood planting these. If you want one," he said to the congregation, "get on the list." He added, "We've worked to rebuild the neighborhood, now we're working to re-beautify it."
Around here, they throw the heavier half of the Sunday newspaper on Saturday evening, so I get to discard the sale papers and ads and delve into the Sunday crossword puzzle early. But I always save the funnies to read with my cereal the next morning.
Son Marty and family are driving back to Charlotte from the beach. I ran over to Gulf Shores (Alabama) Wednesday and spent the night with them. While he was fishing and Misha and her mom Peggy were soaking up sun, I had quality time with Darilyn, 9, and Jack, 5. We told stories and I drew sketches of them and colored the pictures, which turned out pretty good. I'm still smiling at Darilyn's comment as she gazed at the finished drawing with appreciation: "This is what comes from looking good and having a grandpa who is a cartoonist." No false humility around this place!
Marty caught lots of fish, including a redfish weighing--he estimated--30 pounds. He has the photo to prove it. Did he weigh it? Oh, no. He's learned from his dad: a fish will be heavier if you don't weigh it. It's like in church: we'll have more people if you don't count them.
"Are you losing a lot of pastors?" Lonnie Wascom asked Friday. He and I had met for lunch at Middendorf's at Manchac between LaPlace and Hammond, and while putting away plates of their special (paper-thin fried catfish), we caught each other up on our work. Lonnie become director of missions for the Northshore Associations (comprised of the long strip of civilization from Hammond to Covington to Slidell) only a few months before I did less than 4 years ago.
Quite a few, I told him. But there's no way to tell if it's a normal attrition rate such as we would have had without a Katrina. In the last few days, Jeff Box has left Suburban for Georgia, Tony Merida has left Kenner for the seminary, and Bobby Burt just left FBC LaPlace for Alabama. Some of our major churches are pastorless, the three afore-mentioned plus Oak Park, Belle Chasse, West St. Charles, Calvary, Gretna, Lakeview, and Marrero. Some, like Faith, have had interim pastors for so long, they've probably forgotten any other way.
The five parishes that make up metro New Orleans have put their heads together and devised a plan to issue official passes for three levels of citizens which will enable them to get back into the area early in case of a storm evacuation. First responders get priority, as do utility workers and other emergency relief suppliers. The second tier includes humanitarian relief agencies, and the third group is for businesses critical to restarting life in the city (food, gas, financial).
Theirs was a small church from another state. The pastor had contacted Rudy French about coming down to FBC Norco to help them and to stay in their mission center. "We have nine in our team," he said. Rudy said, "Come on. We'll be glad to have you."
Rudy told our Wednesday pastors group what happened. "They worked hard all week," he said, "on our playground. I mean they put in 15 hours a day, and it looks beautiful. Toward the end of the week, I told the pastor we want them to have a better experience than just working on our facility. I told him, 'We're about evangelism.'"
The pastor asked what Rudy had in mind. "We will buy some plastic laundry baskets," Rudy said, "for a dollar each. And we'll fill them with detergents and toiletries and cookies, and go door to door down in St. Bernard Parish and tell people about Jesus." The pastor said, "We have 300 dollars. How far will that go?"
They bought 18 baskets of goodies to give away. Then Rudy said, "But we're not just out here giving away supplies. We could knock on their door and set it on the stoop and give away a hundred a day. We want to help these people know the Lord."
So, Rudy talked to the little church group and gave them training in how to witness. "Every door we go to," he said, "we're there to tell them about Jesus." Intentional evangelism, he calls it.
Saturday, the church group drove to lower St. Bernard Parish and knocked on the doors of 18 homes and talked to the residents and handed out the baskets. The next morning, Rudy preached and the visiting pastor was scheduled to preach that evening. Rudy said, "Your people have worked hard all week. Maybe they'd like to go to Riverwalk or the French Quarter this afternoon so they will feel that they've seen New Orleans."
The pastor said, "No, we have other things we have to do. We're going back to St. Bernard." Rudy said, "We don't have any more baskets to give out." The pastor said, "We don't need any more. We're going to the same homes we visited yesterday."
Then, Sunday night, the pastor told the congregation what had happened.
Jeff Box has resigned as pastor of Suburban Baptist Church in New Orleans East to move to a church in Walton County, Georgia in the Atlanta suburbs. He writes, "We have been a part of one of God's miracles here at Suburban. We leave at a time when the church is physically more beautiful than ever. We leave at a time when the potential for community growth and outreach is as bright as when the church was first planted almost half a century ago. We leave with no enemies and with no animosity. In fact, we can truly say that we love everyone at Suburban and are sure that they love us as well."
Jeff writes that when he came to this church four years ago, God made it clear that his work would be that of a transitional pastor. The plan now is for Jeff's co-pastor, Jeffery Friend, to become the sole pastor of the church. Readers may recall that prior to Katrina, Friend pastored Hopeview Church in St. Bernard Parish, which took on great depths of water and oil and whose building is now housing volunteers working in that struggling and sparsely populated parish. Friend moved into New Orleans with the members of his congregation he could locate, and they began worshiping with the mostly-Anglo Suburban Baptist Church. My impression is that in recent months, the congregation has become predominantly African-American as the community was, is, and shall be. Therefore, this is a natural and positive development for Brother Friend to assume the leadership. He's a fine man and we wish him and Suburban well.
New Orleans needs more psych beds, the mayor says. The lead paragraph in a front-page article reads:"Frustrated with the volume of mental patients being thrust upon local police departments and emergency rooms, Mayor Ray Nagin on Monday sent a letter to the governor demanding that the state restore psychiatric beds that were lost when Charity Hospital closed because of Hurricane Katrina."
On Monday, 191 students graduated from Warren Easton Senior High School in New Orleans, the first complete year together for this group since Katrina. Sitting in the audience were actress Sandra Bullock and her husband Jesse James. Bullock had donated $100,000 to the school to purchase band uniforms and surprised the students by showing up for their graduation. She told the teens, "You are the miracle that came out of this."
(A little name-dropping here. I don't recall meeting Sandra Bullock, but she was at a wedding I performed some years back. Her godmother--Dr. Ann McAllister--was a member of our church in Mississippi, and was marrying John Mitchell, a terrific Methodist gentleman and banker in Starkville. Ann ran a travel agency for years and handled all of Sandra's travel arrangements. They're good people.)
I waited until now to report on the women's special day held last Saturday at our associational office. Organizers Becky Hughes, Kathy Frates, and Terry Dickson called it "Spa Day Getaway" and invited all the ministry women and ministry wives from our churches they could locate. They ended up with 70 ladies present and met from 9 am until 3 pm. Back at home, the dads were keeping the kids.
Here is Becky's report, abbreviated slightly.
"Spa Day Getaway was a smashing success. Our last number of total attendance was 70 women! We turned the Baptist Building into a high end spa for a day. The pastors who meet there each week wouldn't have recognized the place. Nor would they have been terribly comfortable with the nail polishing, hand massaging, and all around feminity that abounded, I imagine. Only one man was brave enough to enter the Spa Day, our own Dr. Joe came by around lunchtime and read a beautiful poem he picked out for the ladies...."
"The ministers' wives who attended enjoyed the day so much. I could watch as their precious faces relaxed, some of the tension melted away, and they started to really enjoy themselves."
Last week while ministering in the Madisonville/Providence section of Kentucky, something occurred to me. While talking with my hosts Donald and Anna Cole and their longtime friend Thurman Harris (thank you to Barbara Wilcox of Providence who reminded me), they mentioned going to college in Hopkinsville, just down the road. Since their college days were in the 1950s, it occurred to me that they might have studied under Dr. J. D. Franks, who was one of my predecessors pastoring the First Baptist Church of Columbus, Mississippi.
They lit up when I mentioned Dr. Franks and had numerous memories of the lovely Christian gentleman from the classroom. By the time he taught them, he was in his sunset years, having pastored FBC-Columbus from 1921 to 1946, I think, and then serving the SBC Foreign Mission Board in Europe following the war. Some of our leaders will be familiar with the Baptist seminary in Ruschlikon, Switzerland. Dr. Franks chose that site for the seminary in the late 1940s and served as its first unofficial president, then as a teacher and business manager, as I recall. During this period, he led Southern Baptists' relief work in that part of the world, which following the war was a critical ministry.
Dr. and Mrs. Franks are buried in Hopkinsville. Back in Columbus, the church's educational building is called "The Franks Building," named for this pastor who led in its construction during the difficult years of the Great Depression. Oldtimers in Columbus still have numerous stories of this gentleman. I always felt honored to follow him in that pulpit.
Perhaps a year ago, I reported here on the book "Safely Rest" written about Dr. Franks' search for the body of his son Red who had been a bombardier in the war, and whose plane was shot down over Romania.
People are praying for Sheriff Harry Lee. Suffering from a particularly severe form of leukemia, Jefferson Parish's chief law enforcement officer is in San Diego taking chemotherapy. A group calling itself "Prayerful Friends of Harry Lee" purchased a full page ad in Sunday's Times-Picayune and invited five spiritual leaders to write a brief prayer for the sheriff. In addition to the Catholic archbishop, the rabbi of one of our leading Jewish temples, and the pastor of Faith Church, the president of the Jefferson Muslim Association and the dean of the Greek Orthodox Cathedral wrote prayers.
As one who went through a bout with cancer a couple of years back, I understand their involvement of all the religions. In that situation, you welcome every prayer you can get.
Here is the prayer of Father Anthony Stratis of the Holy Trinity Greek Orthodox Cathedral.
"Master and lord of hosts, our God, who is seated upon the Cherubim and praised in hymns by the Seraphim, accept us and this prayer that we offer for Sheriff Harry Lee. From Your holy dwelling place, and drawing upon Your compassion, walk with Your servant and grant him healing of body and soul. Bless and guide the hands of those to whom You have given the talent to effect the cure of ailing as You show mercy upon Your suffering servant. For Yours it is to show mercy and to save, and to You we ascribe glory, now and ever and to the ages of ages. Amen."
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The First Baptist Church of Kenner where I belong did something today it has never done before: congratulated Dr. Ken Gabrielse, minister of music, on his 15 years on the church staff. The church was formed in December of 1926 and as far as I can determine, has never had a staffer--and certainly not a pastor--to stay 15 years.
Anyone could have told Bartimaeus not to make a fool of himself that day when Jesus came to town. As soon as someone said the Man of Galilee was on His way into the city, the blind beggar commenced to yell and carry on, trying to attract the Lord's attention. When the city fathers tried to shush him--"Hey, we're trying to make a good impression here, friend. Hold it down!"--Bartimaeus hollered that much louder.
Anyone could have told him he would have other opportunities to meet Jesus, that the Lord was still a young man--some said in His early 30s--and He would be back this way again. No need to lose one's dignity. All things come to him who waits, someone must have said.
They were wrong of course. This was Jesus' final trip through Jericho and the last chance Bartimaeus would ever have to meet Him. He had no way of knowing that. All he knew was that Jesus Christ was the fulfillment of his hopes and dreams, and that given the opportunity to meet him, nothing and no one would stand in his way.
Bartimaeus, the smartest man in Jericho.
Anyone could have told Zaccheus he was wasting his time trying to get near Jesus that same day in Jericho. This little shrimp of a man--tax collector, dishonest businessman, traitor to his nation, and thus despised by one and all--lost what dignity he had that morning, running around trying to find a good spot to see the Savior. He ended up climbing a tree and roosting on its branches, just for a glimpse of the Man of Galilee.
The newspapers piled up while I was away in Nashville and Kentucky. So, this afternoon--Friday--I stacked them up on the kitchen table and went through them. Briefly, I hope, here is the news....
1) The population of New Orleans is up 14 percent. According to GCR and Associates--if you need a name for that organization, it's Mike Flores, deacon in FBC of New Orleans--the present population of New Orleans proper is 255,137. That compares to 223,001 a year ago. And bear in mind, it's just within the city limits, and has nothing to do with the 400,000 to 500,000 who live next door in Jefferson Parish.
2) The Times-Picayune of May 4 produced a map of the city subdivided into the various neighborhoods, showing how the population has grown in that area. Lakeview, for instance, counts 8,216 residents, which is up 36 percent from a year ago and about 35 percent of its pre-Katrina population. Gentilly counts 17,275 residents, up 42 percent from last year and about 37 percent of its pre-K population.
3) The city of Kenner has closed its tourist center, a longtime fixture at the intersection of Loyola and Interstate 10. Originally erected for the 1984 World's Fair, it continued to serve the public until this week when Mayor Ed Muniz decided the $135,000 annual budget could be better spent. Marilyn Woodward, longtime member of FBC-Kenner, has done great work for the city there.
4) More letters to the editor, beating dead horses. "What are all those thousands of unused FEMA trailers doing sitting in the open fields up toward Hattiesburg?" someone wanted to know. (Answer: FEMA ordered them. Duh.) "I'm 86 years old, living in Dallas with my son, and can't get any information out of the Road Home Program." After letters and repeated e-mails. Answer: your guess is as good as mine.
Two weeks ago, I asked six young pastors, "What text have you chosen for your Mothers Day sermon?" No one had an answer. The common response was, "That's a hard sermon for me to preach; I've not found my sermon yet."
Two nights ago, while in revival in Kentucky, I asked two veteran pastors the same question. We were having dinner together, and--bear in mind--it was Wednesday night before Mothers Day. Both of them shook their heads and said, "I don't have my sermon for Mothers Day. That's a hard one for me to do."
Why is it so difficult for pastors of all ages to preach Mothers Day sermons? My hunch is it has nothing to do with faulty relationships with their mothers. It has more to do with two realities: a) they do not want to go all-sentimental and just preach a "how wonderful is motherhood" sermon, and yet are not clear what to do; and b) they are men. Let us admit the obvious here, we men are out of our league trying to assess what mothers go through and the challenges they face.
So, we will cut the pastors some slack and pray for them, that the Father will give them the sermons He wants them to preach.
That said, I have some stories/ideas/suggestions.
I clipped the neatest cartoon out of our newspaper the other morning and sent it to Neil and Marty.
Two elderly ladies were sitting in rocking chairs on the porch of the old folks' home. One says, "My son never visits my website." The other is saying, "Mine does, but he never buys anything."
That's too hilarious.
Both my boys visit my website. In fact, Marty keeps it up when he's not doing computer stuff for the Bank of America in downtown Charlotte, NC. (And no, they don't buy anything.)