The view out of my front door is one of devastation, and poverty – love and hope. I look through the children’s playground, from the San Jose Elementary School turned Mercy In Action, maternal health care/ birthing/ medical clinic, to broken walls, debris, roofless, tarp covered, plywood, homes, and coconut trees that have been snapped in half by the wind, and now line the beach.
As I am writing this, a mother just came in with her young son as he seizes for the second time that day. He had already been seen this morning, by the group of German doctors from the NGO, NAVIS, who also serve here twice a week. The nurses and EMT’s are doing the best they can to help this child, knowing there is often little they can do that hasn’t already been done. They will bring some measure of comfort as well as practical help, all done in the name of the One who loves the child most.
I am writing now with my T-Shirt covering my nose as the burning trash out back has
aggravated some serious upper respiratory issues I sometimes have, and I feel very ill. I am praying that God will keep me healthy to serve – as serve I must. That is what I am here for.
I have to find my feet (or God’s feet) – I am going to cook and organize, sweep, and listen – help where needed, and wait for God to open the doors. I want to support Mercy in Action staff first – as I know some of them are here for weeks already and it doesn’t take long to get weary in a disaster zone. As I teach the ones I train in compassion ministry – a Chaplains first calling is to serve – a ministry of presence takes on many forms. Though I have yet to speak with more than a few of the local people, Vic has shown me around and shared the many needs, to validate what I knew before coming into this disaster zone – there is no short of traumatic needs here. “Whom shall I send. Lord send me.” May the cry of my heart be to the glory of Jesus. I love serving as a chaplain.