The Narrow Gate

Welcome to the continuation of my blog, post-seminary. Ministry and evangelism have brought me back home to Chattanooga. I welcome your company on my journey.

The original blog, Down In Mississippi, shared stories from 2008 and 2009 of the hope and determination of people in the face of disaster wrought by the hurricanes Rita and Katrina in 2005, of work done primarily by volunteers from churches across America and with financial support of many aid agencies and private donations and the Church. My Mississippi posts really ended with the post of August 16, 2009. Much work, especially for the neediest, remained undone after the denominational church pulled out. Such is the nature of institutions. The world still needs your hands for a hand up. I commend to you my seven stories, Down in Mississippi I -VII, at the bottom of this page and the blog posts. They describe an experience of grace.



Friday, June 6, 2008

Day 69 – Respite in God's Resplendent Nature

An important part of this job is “decompression.” This means for most an enforced period when we remove ourselves, both mind and body, from the daily press of this job. It is a time to refresh and take care of our stress level.

I thought this was an unnecessary thing to do, after all, I’ve worked hard at my jobs all my life. But, I’ve found this is a different kind of job.

It is a job that you can easily get to the point you feel every minute you spend away from it is stealing from someone who is on the edge of despair. If one does not get away from that pressure once in a while to take care of the “caregiver” one risks severe burnout and low productivity.

The day before yesterday we conducted an orientation for our new staff volunteers, and today we took care of ourselves, we ran away for seven hours to Ship Island, a forty-five minute ferry ride south of Gulfport.

West Ship Island is a thin sandy barrier island absent any natural shade from the sun save the night. It is not more than 400 - 500 yards across for the most part, elsewhere it is cut into parts by high tide in places, and its eastern and western terminus is washed by rip tides. Its sand west end is moving slowlys, shifting the island every so slightly eastwards day by day. Gulfport, Biloxi and Pascagoula sit low on the shore to the north.

I like the beach. Sufficiently covered with sunscreen and a good hat (thanks to my wonderful staff at Steward Environmental Solutions), I always have camera in hand searching for the randomly encountered acts of God that impart beauty to the least parts of nature.

Today that search found competition. Here follows a pictorial essay, first one on God’s beauty and then Man’s stewardship of it. You decide how well we exercise that stewardship.


And God said, "Let us make man in our own image, after our likeness, and let them have dominion over the birds of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over all that creeps upon the earth. So God created man in his own image." ( Gen. 1:26-27, RSV)

For the beauty of the Earth...

(click on photograph for large view)
Plant or animal?


Flowers in Sand


Patterns in Beach Sand 1


Driftwood 1


Driftwood 2


Driftwood 3


Sand Crab Diggings


Stay away from our nest!






Seaborne Walnut


Patterns in Beach Sand 2


Driftwood 4


Passing of Time 1


Passing of Time 2


Hat


Shampoo


Fishnet


Chicken Livers


Bear our Load


Cheers 1!


Fault!


Child's Play


Litter


Decoy


Television


Cheers 2!


Cheers 3!


Please be kind to Mother Nature.

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