Friday, February 29, 2008

The Mayor of Contiguous City declared this week that seven more years are needed to recover from Katrina. The first two years were clean-up the debris years. The third and fourth years are re-build the infrastructure and the next six would be building housing and businesses.



Imagine what it is like to be a pastor down here.




The debris may be cleaned up in most places but not all. People's spirits and sense of themselves are fractured still. Admits to the psych hospital, behavioral programs and, even the medical hospitals are up. What is inside comes out.




You may be exhausted with my story of life here. I imagine I seem to be mewing endlessly.



My work is nurturing pastors and caregivers around me. This is what I do until I can't face people myself.



St. Casserole, counting the days until the BE

8 comments:

zorra said...

(o)

Sue said...

((St. C.))

Songbird said...

I just love you. You are not mewing, you are telling us the truth.

Brittany said...

St. C.

You are not mewing, I am not tired of listening and I thank you for being a part of God's continued nudging on my heart to keep finding ways to get to MS to help. Please keep sharing.

David said...

thank you for putting it so well, as usual.
I worry about the mewing too...and that a lot of very supportive folks have indeed moved on - I mean, by now it's all "normal", right?
Keep the faith

Gracebythesea said...

I know you know this Cass, but you can't speed through grief. We'll keep listenin' until you're dun talkin'
XOXO

Mary Beth said...

And our work is to keep listening. And praying.

Stealthy Dachshund said...

Your anecdotes and the atmosphere you convey by them are just heart-breaking.

I can't imagine why it would take 7 years, and I do this for a living.

Non=rhetorical question: What would it take to rebuild in a year?

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