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This is an article I published last year.  I have updated it for the 9th anniversary of Hurricane Katrina.

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The “R” word

 

Today is the 9Th “remembrance” (the first of our “R” words) of the destruction of the City of New Orleans from Hurricane Katrina. Actually, poor Katrina gets the blame for a lot of things that she did not cause. The truth is that when Katrina came ashore, she was a mere Cat 3 hurricane. The city had on more than one occasion withstood that kind of destructive force. And, early on the morning of August 29th, it looked like it had, once again, dodged the proverbial bullet. I know this because 200 miles away, at my home in Sulphur, LA, there were 7 of us (and many cats and dogs) who breathed a collective sigh of relief when the storm had passed and the city was still standing. Certainly, there had been considerable flooding in the “low-lying areas” of Plaquemine and St. Bernard Parishes. And, there had been serious “overtopping” of the protective levees of the MR-GO in New Orleans East. By this time, the worst of Katrina was bearing down on the Northshore. Then, the unthinkable happened: the levee at the 17th street canal breached into the adjoining Lakeview neighborhood flooding more than 80% of NOLA.

 

I (insert heart here) NOLA. After 9 years, I am pretty certain that the majority of people don’t “get” what actually happened to NOLA in the two days that followed the landfall of Katrina. I consider it a part of my mission to help people understand. What happened in the aftermath of Katrina was a series of man-made mistakes. That is all that I will say about that. If you are interested in seeing the timeline of the events, I encourage you to go to the Times-Picayune web page (www.nola.com) and find the graphic animation called, “Flash Flood” on the Katrina archives page or click on this link http://www.nola.com/katrina/graphics/flashflood.swf.  

And, now for our 2nd “R” word: “recovery.” I returned to NOLA in June of 2006. I was appointed to help churches vision forward their mission as “the Church” in the post-Katrina reality. One of these churches was Kenner UMC. This church was one of our Methodist Recovery Centers. In the two years that I served in this appointment, of the more than 42,000 people from faith-based and non-faith based organizations from all over this country that came through our UMC Recovery Centers, 14,000 came through KUMC. I think about this in terms of its exponential impact in the city of all the various denominational bodies that we worked alongside… Catholic, Baptist, Mennonite…too many to name and to number. Our primary mission was to help people, in whatever way we could to meet whatever their individual need to begin to “recover.” In many cases, we were putting “band-aids on heart attacks.” Often, we were digging through rubble to help find some piece of memory that might bring comfort to the ones who had lost everything. One group, found a homeowner’s wedding dress… torn and molded from the flood waters. They brought that dress back to their home…had it completely restored…and, presented it to the homeowner on their following trip. Oh, the stories that I could tell! Sometimes, all we could do was sit, listen and cry with the one’s whose lives were forever changed.

And, that brings me to our 3rd “R” word: “resilience.” What we are seeing, nine years later, is a stronger, more determined and definitely more resilient NOLA. While there was much criticism for the state’s quickness in refurbishing the Superdome, I cannot tell you how big a part that played in the city’s recovery. More than a distraction, the Saints were, for the first time, real contenders for the Superbowl in 2009. And, what can be said about the 2010 Superbowl win? Today, the New Orleans Charter School System is becoming a model of effective Charter Schools across the nation. Last week, the merger of FUMC and Grace UMC, now First Grace UMC, was featured in an article in the USA Today paper. Kenner UMC? Kenner UMC is now joined with El Mesias and is forming a new “mission-based” church. The truth is that, though there is (too) much left to be done in the “recovery,” NOLA is in many ways a much stronger, better, more determined city than it was nine years ago.   There are many articles in today’s Times-Picayune (www.nola.com). 

This whole “Katrina” event has become for me a metaphor in my thinking about the way that we heal from our broken-ness and hurt…and, a way to move forward from the dark, difficult places in our lives. Last week on FB, a friend of mine’s status was: “Trying to get out from under this rock.” I knew that that status was a direct reference to the loss that she and her family had suffered in the sickness and death of their mother. This was my reply: “Hang out under the rock for awhile, you will know when to crawl out…it’s when looking forward gives more energy than looking backward takes…”  The key is in knowing when to “crawl out,” isn’t it? And, isn’t it okay to “crawl back” from time to time? As long as one is certain that the promise that “life” comes from “living in the Son.”

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Our as Jimmy Buffett sings in his post-Katrina ballad:

If a hurricane doesn’t leave you dead

It will make you strong

Don’t try to explain it just nod your head

Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On

 

Blessings,

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School days, school days
Good old fashioned rule days
Reading and writing
And ‘rithmetic…

Truly a song that isn’t sung very much, any more…

When I was a kid, I couldn’t wait until school began after the long, summer break!  First, I was bored.  After all, one can only ride one’s bike, play outside for endless hours, and watch unlimited, largely unsupervised television (on all four TV channels) for so long.  Going back to school meant seeing old friends, meeting new people, having different teachers and challenges…and, above all, new shiny school supplies.  And, I liked learning…I still do.

It has been fun watching FaceBook in the last couple of weeks: many posts are of “last minute” vacation picks, that last hurrah of the summer; some are of teachers, especially the brand new ones, readying their classrooms; some are of administrators, many of whom have worked through the summer, attempting to build energy and excitement among the ranks for the coming year; some are of parents, many of whom are ready to get back into the routine of “ordinary time,” that is, school time; and, this week, this week there will be pictures of parent-teacher-kid “meet-n-greets” and those wonderful “first day of school” pictures.

It is all ritual, really, isn’t it?  The hesitation, anticipation, preparation…

And, ritual grounds us… it brings order out of chaos.  Rituals are closely associated with rules.  Rules create a “norm” of sorts… an agreed upon acceptable limit on what is okay and what is not okay, in society.  While a profound criticism of contemporary society is that there are no longer “communal, acceptable, agreed upon mores of what is okay and what is not okay” may have some legitimacy, we cannot discount the value of education and the influence that educators have on our children and our society.

You see, I don’t think too much about quantifying “learning” in standardized testing.  It saddens me that there is so much of an emphasis on this…so much so that teacher’s jobs are often in jeopardy because of such testing.  Regardless of what may or may not be learned in “reading, writing and ‘rithmetic,” the importance of school and education rests for me in producing more generous, loving children who will make our world a better place.  There are always calculators for complicated math problems.  It is the wonder, the creativity, the problem-solving, and the becoming a better person that really interests me in our educational system.

Perhaps, it is Robert Fulghum who expressed this best in his watershed work, All I Ever Needed To Know I Learned in Kindergarten, 1990.  Below is an excerpt of his book:

ALL I REALLY NEED TO KNOW about how to live and what to do  and how to be I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate-school mountain, but there in the sandpile at Sunday School. These are the things I learned:

Share everything.

Play fair.

Don’t hit people.

Put things back where you found them.

Clean up your own mess.

Don’t take things that aren’t yours.

Say you’re sorry when you hurt somebody.

Wash your hands before you eat.

Flush.

Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.

Live a balanced life – learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.

Take a nap every afternoon.

When you go out into the world, watch out for traffic, hold hands, and stick together.

Be aware of wonder.

Remember the little seed in the styrofoam cup: The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.

Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup – they all die. So do we.

And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books and the first word you learned – the biggest word of all – LOOK.

Everything you need to know is in there somewhere.

The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation.

Ecology and politics and equality and sane living.

Take any of those items and extrapolate it into sophisticated adult terms and apply it to your family life or your work or your government or your world and it holds true and clear and firm. Think what a better world it would be if all – the whole world – had cookies and milk about three o’clock every afternoon and then lay down with our blankies for a nap. Or if all governments had a basic policy to always put thing back where they found them and to clean up their own mess.

And it is still true, no matter how old you are – when you go out into the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together.

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Found in Robert Fulghum, All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten, Villard Books: New York, 1990, page 6-7.

These are the pieces and places of learning that will make the world a much better place.

A few years ago, I decided that we would not have a traditional blessing of the backpacks at Horseshoe Drive United Methodist Church.  Instead, during the service, I ask for all of those who are students, from Pre-K to college…along with all of the parents, grandparents who are their home support…along with all the teachers, administrators, support staff, bus drivers, cafeteria workers, custodians…any and all who are involved in the various educational systems, parish and state, to come forward…these are prayed over as they begin a new year.  It is a simple prayer asking God to bless, guide, guard and protect them in their wonder, exploration and learning…that old friendships may be rekindled and new friendships be started…that all be sensitive to others, especially those who are on the outside of the “friendship” circles, that they may be more inclusive in all relationships.  The prayer gives thanks to God for the teachers, who share generously their time and gifts…who bandage booboos and celebrate achievements…

The rule challenge of education is to make the world a better place….and, if kids learn how to read, write and do arithmetic, that’s okay, too…

Blessings,

rev. t

 

 

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