From the 1st Presbyterian Mission Trip to the Mississippi Gulf Coast
2/13-2/18/06
As a 69 year old woman I had doubts about my ability to be of real help to our mission team in Mississippi, and I went on the trip with those questions in my heart and mind. What could I really DO? Would I get in the way of others? Was I too old to be of use? I didn’t have carpentry, or electrical, or plumbing skills---so I wasn’t sure what my role would be.
Well---I am here to tell all of you senior citizens in our congregation that each of us has a central role to play in the overwhelming disaster that Hurricane Katrina brought to the Mississippi Gulf Coast. Don’t hesitate to go on the next trip because of your age because people of every age and gender are needed to bring hope and help to that region of the country.
Imagine with me a street in Pottstown, the length and breadth of Evans St., where every house has a small FEMA trailer outside of it---families living there because their homes are uninhabitable. Then add all of metropolitan Philadelphia and beyond, and you can get an idea of the scope of the problem. Because of the massive flooding each house must be stripped down to its wood frame, and rebuilt from the inside out.
We were able to be of partial help to several families during the week, and with my limited skills I could help by:
- Removing moldy dry wall and insulation and carrying it to a growing pile outside the house.
- General sweeping and clearing of accumulated trash.
- Installing insulation.
- Spackling newly installed dry wall.
- Helping to paint a shed.
- And most of all listening to the stories of the people we met during the week.
Another major discovery for me was to witness the number of faith communities that are streaming in and out of the Gulf region. On every plane and in every airport, we either saw and spoke with faith groups that were traveling to and from the region, or we spoke with other people who were going to make contacts to bring groups in the near future.
Our own national church, through its Presbyterian Disaster Assistance arm, has established 5 villages, or camps, along the Gulf Coast of Mississippi. Amy and I went to see one of the camps that houses 74 people at a time in portable Quonset type huts. These camps will be dismantled in June, which is the start of the hurricane season. But the Presbyterian church is committed to re-establishing these camps for the number of years it will take to rebuild the region.
In our travels we noticed that there were not many children to be seen---and that view was corroborated by a local person, Fred, who had some astounding statistics to share with us. Biloxi school district: 6000 students before Katrina and 3000 students after. I talked with a young man on the plane coming home, a sophomore at Central Bucks East High School. He took the week off to travel with another Presbyterian group. He showed me pictures on his laptop of an elementary school untouched since Katrina---smelly, moldy, trash everywhere, and a display on the bulletin board in one classroom showing the date Katrina hit, Sept. 29, 2005. The school has been abandoned.
We had a wonderfully diverse group travel to Mississippi, and in our common experience we felt the power of the Holy Spirit at work in our relationships with one another and with the new friends we met along the way.
I am thankful to God for nudging me to respond to His call to this service. We thank you for your prayers and contributions towards this first trip. We will be going again, and hope that others of you will join us in bringing God’s love in action to people in need.
The steady stream of faith based groups is making a real difference person to person and house to house.
Thanks be to God.
Barbara Longstreth