Never Forget by Eric leaving New Orleans
Yesterday we worked with the Episcopal Dioceses of New Orleans to provide relief supplies, clean-up crews, and encouragement to those who are trying to rebuild. The lower 9th ward still feels empty and devoid of major redevelopment. As we talked with and listened to residents you could sense their frustration. They feel forgotten - and as you look around one can see why. Businesses and houses are still boarded up and there is a general sense of, "where have all my neighbors gone?". Our job was to listen to their stories, encourage them, pray, and give relief supplies to those in need. It was a very rewarding day.
I witnessed students and adult leaders working their hearts out listening to residents, picking up trash, meeting with residents at their homes and even providing worship music at our relief depot location. Many approached hot, sweaty and tired but left with a smile. What an opportunity - to bring hope to the hopeless and a cool drink of water to those who are simply worn out in the midst of very difficult circumstances.
As our combined worship team sang songs for 3.5 hours our relief supply team gave and listened. A man named Archie decided to hang out for a while and share his experiences with one of our team members. As Katrina came he was one of many who decided to stay. No one was expecting the water to breach the levees. As the water began to fill his house he had to break through the ceiling, lift his family members into the attic and then break through the roof to be rescued. The boats came - 3 day later. No food or water just waiting for help. The help came in the form of a boat and they made it - but not everyone did. He recalled memories of seeing bodies floating down the street as other were clinging to anything that would float. These memories and more will be hard to forget and have left deep scars in all those who survived.
We have loved and learned alot in this last week of work. Memories I hope we will never forget.