I'm at the public library with the kids. Dean is working. He will work everyday until further notice because they cannot keep up with the demand for Coke products.

I don't have a computer at home, I use these or the ones at work. What a little issue that is today. This tragedy puts everything in perspective. I have an air conditioned library I can go to. I have a car to drive there in and a home to go back too. I am right now looking at evacuees that have none of that.

Last night we went grocery shopping at Walmart. We met Ammye and Blake there. They had to come here from Hammon Louisiana because the grocery stores there had long lines of people out the doors and not much inside. As we shopped at Walmart, we went down isle after isle that was blown out, that is a Coke term which means "nothing left". Meat is gone, produce almost depleted. It felt like the depression. As we drove out we saw the line of cars across the street at the gas station and heard the helicopters over head. All day everyday you see emergency vehicles one the streets with flashing lights, long gas lines and helicopters of all kinds flying overhead. As Dean said, it's like a war zone.

Dean and I are blood type O negative. We are going tonight to give blood. There is a shortage due to all the people we have here at our hospitals. Our population here in Baton Rouge has at least doubled if not tripled. We know this is a long term tragedy that will require much more giving, patience and understanding by this city, this State and this country.

I want to do way more. I have heard so many say this is the churches time to shine. This is where we live, this is who we are, this is Jesus. We must shine, we must do all we can. There is no choice. Shine or die on the vine. I heard a politician say what Jesus said; "when I was hungry you feed me, naked you clothed me,... " those were His sheep He was talking about. That is how the world knows us, by our love. Lets love till it hurts, otherwise we are goats that He does not know.

On my way here I wept as I listened to Natalie Grant sing the song "Held". Long before all this happened that song spoke volumes to me. We love to complain about our old car or leaky faucet. We can't understand why that pot hole in the street hasn't been fixed. Then in a matter of hours you are helping a man who lost his family, his home, his job, everything, and you thank God for the pot hole, the leaky faucet and the old car.


Two months is to little
they let him go
they had no sudden healing
to think that providence
would take a child from his mother
while she prays, is appalling

Who told us we'd be rescued
what has change and
why should we be saved from nightmares
We're asking why this happens to us
who have died to live, it's unfair

This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
and you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was when everything fell
We'd be held

This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it
Let the hatred numb our sorrows
The wise hand opens slowly
To lilies of the valley and tomorrow

If hope is born of suffering
If this is only the beginning
Can we not wait, for one hour
Watching for our savior?

This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
and you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was when everything fell
We'd be held


Glenda Petz said…
I, too, have cried many tears...for these people, for this community, for the civilians who have jumped in with both feet to help, including numerous celebrities. I just visited New Orleans and Baton Rouge in June of this year and I was so happy to finally see a place I'd been wanting to see, and it breaks my heart to look at the damage that's been done...to homes and to lives. Living in South Florida, I was a victim twice in 2004 when Florida got hit by 4 hurricanes, but I'll say this...I'd rather go through THAT 10 times over than to suffer ONCE what these poor people are suffering. There's not a lot I can do from Florida except pray, and the Good Lord knows I've sure been doing that...and I will continue to do so!

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