Thursday, December 20, 2007

Recollections from a Trip to New Orleans

A group from St. Paul’s (Natick) and Parish of the Epiphany (Winchester) visited New Orleans the first week in November. Our goal was to make a small contribution to the rebuilding process in this city, still devastated by the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina two years ago. Our experiences from this week were more than carpentry and painting in the rebuilt home of a new friend. The ultimate reward was sharing this experience with dozens of volunteers from around the country and being aware of God’s spirit in the enthusiasm of all of us.

There is still frustration. Our new friend, Miss J., a retired, widowed school teacher, had waited two years for the rebuilding process to begin. She lived in a FEMA trailer in her own driveway, reminded daily of the rotted, moldy structure that she once called home. Thousands are still waiting for some types of assistance; as the various government agencies slowly make decisions and the lawsuits against insurance companies continue. The most dramatically effected are the elderly and the poor.

The effects of this catastrophe are woven into these communities in a way we can never imagine. The visible damage and the invisible emotional drain is everywhere. But the residents still love this city, and we can’t fathom explaining to them why they must relocate.

Is our work appreciated? We listened to a sermon one night which spoke to this quite eloquently and poignantly. The priest explained that our presence was living proof, that not everyone has forgotten the people of New Orleans. Later in the week, we spoke to a veteran, a man whose stories of rescues during the storm would break your heart. He turned to us at dinner and asked, “Do you think the rest of the country has forgotten us?” Let us continue to show them the answer is an emphatic NO by supporting the rebuilding efforts!

That same service was also a powerful testament to Christian community. An invitation is extended to all volunteers in the area to come to this parish each Wednesday, and the sanctuary was almost filled to capacity. As we experienced the liturgy that is so familiar to us, regardless of where “home” is, we felt a common energy and shared enthusiasm. It was truly a subtle but beautiful moment amongst strangers, united in reflection on a common mission.

There is Hope. The St. Charles Ave. streetcar, a unique symbol of home for many New Orleanians reopened the day we began our journey home. The energy, enthusiasm and sacrifice of the youth leading the Episcopalian mission is inspiring. Traveling and working with people of all ages and backgrounds reminds us of the generosity of Christian life.

And there is Gratitude. It warms our hearts to hear so much appreciation for our time and for simply being in New Orleans, a city largely dependent on tourism for its very viability. From the cab drivers to the clergy to Miss J. herself, who can finally move back HOME. A long, painful journey; only 30 feet from trailer to front door, but two years in the making.