Because I blog, I have details about that day. Reprinted from the original PENSIEVE, I thought it timely to re-post today.
Who’s Your Katrina?
Or maybe it’s "What’s" your Katrina? They’re all around us, case in point:
The
morning Katrina was having her way with Louisiana and Mississippi, I
was sitting in a hospital waiting room, watching the play-by-play
coverage of a natural disaster running her course.
A sidebar
worth noting is our fascination and voyueristic need to watch a
trainwreck in slow motion. It’s sport to us. We have commentators
(reporters) on the sidelines, bringing us the "action", and we can’t
wait to get to the end of the game to see the spoils…but in the
trainwrecks of life, there are no victors. I cringe at the thought of
the barbaric fight of a gladiator (Russell Crowe’s Maximus Decimus Meridius
"unleashing hell" comes to mind) and I wonder how a people could be so
captivated by bloodlust until I realize I am guilty of much the same.
Think about the last time you saw a car accident and rubbernecked
a.k.a. Linda Blair to assess the damage…or as recently as
Katrina…the Southeastern Asian (and beyond) Christmas 2004 Tsunami,
9-11….we sit transfixed to 24-hour news channels as macabre details
unfold.
Ugh….but I digress and become much the drama queen in the process, so I’ll move on 🙂
What
brought me to the hospital? Good question. I am convinced it was a
divine appointment, nothing short of a God thang, a surreal experience
that left me completely humbled, and at the time, speechless and awed.
I
was there to visit Teresa, a woman I had never met and who didn’t even
know I existed…I had the advantage. Our daughters happen to be
friends and through personal circumstance, I learned about her family’s
"situation". They could be the poster family for "down on your luck".
Her husband has been unable to work for some time now; she was the
primary breadwinner, but in the past year she has had health issue
after health issue after health issue. Debilitating illness, uncertain
future. She’s extremely overweight yet her body is malnourished because
of disease. She has a feeding tube because her stomach is paralyzed and
an IV port due to the incredible amount of medicine she requires. They
lost their home, car, looks like a bankruptcy is in their future, she’s
received sub-standard medical care (I can’t help but wonder if they’re
being discriminated against). She endured a physically abusive
childhood only to marry a physically abusive man (first marriage, long
over, thankfully a loving second marriage). Currently, when she’s not
in the hospital, they’re living in an extended stay motel–she, her
husband, middle school daughter and college-age son. It ain’t the Ritz
Carlton. Oh, and her oldest son steals from all of them when he comes
around and he’s messed up either using or selling drugs. Are you
getting a picture?
And yet…AND YET…this woman was BEAUTIFUL! Not once did she utter
anything negative; she did answer my questions, she did tell an ugly
truth, but she was PRECIOUS. In just a few hours we bonded in a way I
have never before experienced. I told her I was there because I loved
Jesus and after learning a little bit about their circumstances, I
couldn’t NOT come… because we wanted to be His hands and feet in
anyway we could (Tad had learned about their need before I had, which
was the impetus for my going to visit). We laughed and we cried and we
prayed … and a few hours passed in moments.
I didn’t pity
her although I felt deeply for her circumstances… they’re awful….but
I found myself very humbled and painfully aware of my "riches",
materially and otherwise. She accepted the ways we were able to meet
some of their needs in a way that truly challenged me. As I sit here
and write, I can’t even articulate her acceptance….there was this
silent understanding that "we’re all in this together…and what’s mine
is yours". I know that’s extreme, I wish I was that generous, but that
tone was certainly present.
I barely remember the walk from her
room to my car…the tears came again. I think they were some kind of
emotional release for the utter joy of being Christ to someone who
needed Him. It was surreal and amazing. And it makes me hungry for more
of Him.
And as the week unfolded and I saw the destruction from
Katrina, I was struck with the thought that Teresa WAS a Katrina to me.
I may not be in a position to reach the hundreds of thousands
devastated by that disaster….but if I slow down…listen to the
people around me…I can touch the lives of one…or two…or three,
who are experiencing their own tragedies. Not world hunger. Not the
masses. But making a difference.
Such a lovely and poignant post, Robin. Perspective means so much. People who exude joy in the midst of trials and circumstances are such a testimony of the Lord and also an inspiration.
Wishing you a very blessed day!
{hugs}
Dianne
You speak truth here. Great job.
I remember you writing about Teresa before – Still wonderful to read.
I do not remember what I was doing when Katrina hit – however, it will always be vividly clear in my mind about Princess Di and 9/11. And – I’ll never forget where I was the first time I heard INXS. (hahaha – the brain is mysterious).
I have to apologize for not getting to PPL this month. For some reason, my brain cannot come together and I just feel uninspired. Sorry….and dang, the first time I haven’t participated. I feel like I’m letting YOU down.
Oh – also, strangely enough I remember where I was during OJ’s White Bronco run….just because it interrupted the World Soccer Cup which the US was playing.
Bravo my friend! Every little thing we say or do affects someone in someway! Just being conscious of that is a big step for humanity! To give from the heart and not the mind is pure joy! Bless you!
Three years ago this weekend, we were in Louisiana waiting for Katrina. Three years later we live in Florida and are waiting for Gustav, praying for those we love who are in the Bayou State now.
three years ago that week, we were at the beachouse in NC (where we were this year as well). we watched CNN on every channel, i prayed for my friend and her family in slidell (who had to evacuate twice) and we went to the aquarium when it hit louisiana and watched it on their NOAA website. it was surreal to me.
i also remember princess di, august 30/31 and my mother’s passing which is more ingrained in my head, on sept 1 (same year)…