Headed Back
Lull in the action, so I'm headed back to Tennessee.
Jason
Notes on the journeys of Rev. Jason Brock as he travels along the Louisiana Coast, helping UMCOR, the United Methodist Committee on Relief. UMCOR, the Louisiana Conference of the United Methodist Church, and United Methodist Churches from all over the country will be working in the known, as well as, the forgotten communities for 1 . . . 5 . . . or more years, until communities are fully restored.
No photos today . . . Cameron Parish just too grim to photo. This parish, south of Lake Charles and right on the Gulf of Mexico. . . is gone . . . the cities of Creole, Oak Hill, Cameron, Grand Chanier . . . gone. One newspaper report indicates only 20 buildings in the entire parish WON'T have to be rebuilt from the ground.
Following Route 82 in south central Louisiana, you will find miles and miles of flooded homes and piles and piles of debris by the highway. Sue, of the small town of Edith, was glad to hear UMCOR and the Methodists were going to work in the area because she knows an elderly woman and lots of others who don't know what they are going to do without some help.





Abbeville UMC is posed to be one of 10 possible Lousiana Conference UMC Recovery Centers, made possible in large part to the generous contributions to UMCOR Hurricanes 2005 Katrina, and Rita. A Director, Construction/volunteer Coordinator, Case manager, and Assistant will work to connect resources, information, volunteers, and more to restore life to their area. The other major factor in these life giving centers is the faith that volunteers from UM's everywhere who will come and stand with communities be it 1, 5, or more years.
As the sun burst new on the day, signs of rebirth came forth at worship at Lake Charles First UMC. People gone since Rita continue to return and to recover. Images flash on the wall, "Sunday school resumes today," even as the muscians greet those just back. Things are rough on the outside, but smooth and cozy on the inside. 3-week old Ryerson received baptism as family stood close and through song the congregation welcomed him into the family of God.




Most of my contacts taking deserved day off from chaos of past months . . . so I must do the same.
Trees fell . . . roofs peeled . . . water flowed, and the small community of Lake Arthur, LA was forgotten beneath the tip of the 'Berg. Media and relief agencies had bigger catfish to fry, and Lake Arthur sat forgotten after Rita passed by.