Heart Broken
I don't think it is good for me to spend so much time looking at the pictures and news reports regarding the New Orleans disaster. New Orleans is a very special place to me and Paula. Firstly, it is where Paula and I spent our honeymoon. Secondly, it is where we spent our first appointment as Salvation Army officers.
We pastored people there. We shed tears for those people many times. We went with them to the altar and allowed them to shed tears in our arms as representatives of Christ. The kids, which mostly came from the 9th Ward, called Paula and me "Momma" and "Daddy." If you have been keeping up with the news, you are hearing a lot about the 9th Ward. It is flooded probably worse than most other areas of the city.
I say on a news report tonight video of people stuck in the Center Of Hope in New Orleans. Our corps building was just two doors down from that. It is flooded. I think about the office we shared that was way too small for even just one person. I remember the piano that I played the chorus "Make Me A Servant," which was the the theme chorus we played for our first quarter in New Orleans. I ponder the condition of the altar rails where we knelt with our people and they with us.
New Orleans has got to be my favorite city. We had started planning loosely with some friends to take a trip to New Orleans in the spring to enjoy the sights and sounds of that one of a kind place. I doubt I will ever be able to experience them again.
I will look for photos from New Orleans when we were there to show you what it was like. That is all we have now to hold on to.
Wayne
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10:15 PM
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