The city, my “adopted home”, known for Mardi Gras and the Jazz Fest, for good food, music and good times, is at its knees. I am safe but the more I hear and see of this catastrophe, the more I am saddened, angered and numbed.


There are deaths, fires, trapped people and slow–devastaingly slow–evacuations.



For my youth ministry friends, these crowds of people in the Superdome and waiting for safe haven remind me of the throngs of teens at the global World Youth Day events…but this time, the situation is so dire. If you remember the inconveniences some of you (us) faced, multiply it by a thousand.
This is the exit of the interstate closest to my home in Metairie–less than 2 miles. As you can see, it looks dry. But while this is good news, seeing a sight like this gives me chills.

I can’t imagine being on a roof or in a shelter, waiting and having no control. I can’t imagine not knowing how my relatives are. I can’t imagine being stripped of all my comforts with no idea where you are being taken next and “what next?”
I know this is bringing the best and worst out of people.

I once gave a keynote address in Minneapolis and repeated the sentiment, “If we are going to claim to be followers of Jesus, our hearts must be broken by the things that break His heart. ” Today I feel that deep sadness.
I met people today while I drove whos homes are GONE. My friend Bragg is likely in that number. I met a couple from Bay St. Louis who know they had 24-28 foot storm surges. I met people shopping at Goodwill for clothing. I met people in gas lines wondering what they would do next as money and options ran out.
I just watched a story of Charmaine Neville, a local singer.

She was crying as she talks with Archbishop Hughes od New Orleans in Baton Rouge, speaking of flood waters, alligators eating people, walking over dead people, and admitting to stealing a city bus to drive refugees to safety.
I am listening to a state representative from New Orleans begging people, “If you want to help us, send busses and gas”, there are still people trapped and dieing in New Orleans.



I know this storm has affected so many others…and it will affect you as well–”if one part of the body suffers, all suffer.”

And yet I am called to action, to hope, to resurrection. Our governor is calling for Operation Hope. Your e-mails and well wishes help me, but now I turn my eyes (and ask you to turn yours) to the city and area where I live.
Some of you have asked how to help…I don’t know the BEST way, I really don’t. It will be a long while before schools and parishes know what they need.
1. Write your government officials and ask them to work WITH (and vote FOR) measures to send emergency assistance to New Orleans now!
2. For now, either Catholic Charities USA http://www.catholiccharitiesusa.org/news/katrina.cfm or Red Cross http://www.redcross.org/
3. Pray. Make some visible reminder everyday to pray for people who are losing their lives and people risking their lives to rescue people. I saw my police chief cry as he is near exhuastion and trying to give his men and women rest.


4. Pray for hope.

