Sunday, April 28, 2019

Flood Work Continues.... the Update

FLOOD UPDATE

We have decided it is time to provide an update and in terms of flood relief,  what has been happening with the money you have given.  

The first thing I should cover is probably the little community of Pacific Junction, which you may recall required urgent assistance with their water filtration system, and then had to be pumped out before residents can return.  The Missouri River, which remains high, is one of the culprits that has made recovery for their community difficult. I don’t have a  lot of contact with them, but learned that in the last few days, people are finally able to return to their homes there! Yay!!!.   The report I received is that there are about 250 homes that have been identified as salvageable in the little community, so that is actually pretty good news.  I don’t know how many homes there are that are not salvageable, but after all this time, and knowing the town is not very big anyway, this seems to be a pretty hopeful report.  Thanks for your help in giving them a chance.

Pacific Junction, Flooding Impact

 Other areas around continue to struggle, especially those near the Missouri.  A friend of mine stopped by the other day and reported that he had been driving south of Omaha in the Bellevue area where some of the flooding has been slow to clear out as well.  He indicated that he saw water still standing in many places, and that one of the mobile homes had a waterline mark well up to or past the windows.  We understand that cleanup there continues to be challenging. We continue to offer encouragement and assistance as we can wherever it is requested or identified through our contacts as a place of need.

Closer to home, we have been providing many supplies to the local Hispanic community, as they have been working to find ways to effect repairs and to secure their future here in Fremont.  Weekend after weekend, we have partnered with the local leaders of Hispanic Fremont Strong as one of their key leaders has set up stands to distribute vast amounts of goods to those in need.  Literally hundreds of flood bucket supplies assembled by American Baptist Men and Church World Service have gone through our facilities (buckets filled to the brim with LOTS of helpful supplies - and we receive numerous compliments and appreciation for the well filled buckets!)

As the crisis period is shifting into rebuilding, we have been closing down our crisis distribution phase.  We sent items west as far as a town called Wood River west of Kearney on I-80, northwest as far as Rosebud in South Dakota, and southeast as far as Hamburg, Iowa, which is another community that continues to wrestle against the floodwaters of the Missouri River.  We have now moved into a dual phase of providing funds to assist individuals working to get their homes back in shape, and working with our national American Baptist Men’s Disaster Relief teams who are preparing to come in as a second phase of cleanup for places others have not been able to assist. While a few of our church’s teams have come already, most are yet to arrive, as they tend to wait until after so many of the emergency agencies rush in and out, and then our teams focus on those left out or left behind with work yet to do.  They have been identifying locations to work and places out of which to operate in preparation for coming days.

In terms of funding, we have access to money that has been raised through the One Great Hour of Sharing Offering of the American Baptists, but the bulk of our monies have come in through donations directly to the American Baptist Churches of Nebraska and our own relief fund.  Many of you may have donated via one of these avenues.  We have been dispensing from those funds in a variety of ways.  We have provided work clothes and boots for a construction worker whose work clothes had been washed downstream.  In the case of another self-employed contractor, whose tools were uninsured, we have provided funding to assist in replacing the power tools that have been damaged because of having been covered in mud and water.  We have assisted with utility bills for individuals struggling to make ends meet while covering the unexpected expenses from the flooding.  We have given funds to assist with electrical and other home repairs, especially targeting those who have received little or nothing from FEMA, and whose insurance may have a high deductible.  In some cases, we have been assisting also individuals who had flood insurance, but whose company refuses to cover the costs because the water entered their homes through the basement rather than the doors or windows….even though there was water surrounding the house!  The damage is the same, no matter how the water got in, and we have provided funds to help simply because there is need.  We have used the donated monies to purchase barn lime and a blower so that those in mobile homes will be able to protect under their homes against mold growth as they move back in.  We have helped purchase insulation and skirting for mobile homes as well.  Money has also been used to help children in a variety of ways, including replacing backpacks and school supplies for some children whose homes were flooded.  
Backpacks distributed by Hispanic Fremont Strong

 Of course, when I say we provided or we helped, I really mean YOU provided and YOU helped, because we are merely passing on the donations that we have received to individuals who have come seeking assistance in a difficult time.  We have sought to be careful with the distribution, using the insights of a number of individuals, but also limiting the difficulty people have in obtaining the badly needed funds.  Thank you for enabling us to help people who really need it, at a time when they do not have other places to turn for help.  The work continues.  We will keep you posted as we can.  Thanks!


Saturday, March 30, 2019

FLOOD UPDATE - MARCH 30, 2019

RELIEF EFFORT UPDATE/REPORT

In the midst of repairing the wall of Jerusalem, Nehemiah 6:3 records this:
“And I sent messengers to them, saying, ‘I am doing a great work and I cannot come down.’” –(ESV)

Things have been very hectic and ever changing, but we have been involved in “a great work” and thought this Chimes could be a good place to update everyone on what has been done already, and how it has been done, in a bit more detailed fashion than the general outline describing the ministry.  Again, this ministry is supplementary to everything else that is going on, especially in Fremont where there are so many other people providing assistance.  

Our partner agency in this time, No Town Left Behind, has a focus of seeking out and assisting communities and individuals who have been neglected, missed or minimally supplied by the traditional relief agencies.

I would like to share a couple of examples from this week with you.  Someone called from a local social service agency, asking if we had any comforters or heavy bedding.  I informed that individual that there were some last time I looked, and since she is asking on behalf of one of our local helping agencies we are seeking to support, she was welcome to come and pick one out, as well as anything else she might have need for as they are helping others.  She left with a van full of supplies.

More than once, individuals from our church connected us with local families who had een to the local official help station (to which many of us ALSO donated!) and though they had received help, it wasn’t enough to get them through the 3 days they had to wait for more.  Food was provided to take to those families, and/or even a grocery voucher to supplement with food that was not available at the help center.

An outlying station we are assisting, inquired if we had any more rubber boots or gloves (we have given away hundreds already), and he was informed that requests for boots has gone up the supply chain, and we had gloves coming in also from North Carolina, that would be made available as soon as they arrived.  

One day, some supplies came in via airplane, and as the plane was unloaded, several items were not even driven to our site, but taken directly to a church in need of them as they were helping by serving meals.  We were able to offer supplies to that local church that fed as many as 150 people a day on their own.  

Later, we had an individual days after the flood, seeking clothing assistance when shelves were empty everywhere else in town, and we were still able to assist with that need.

The relief work has been done both regionally and locally, as we have been able to supply everything from bedding to diapers to paper plates to snacks to rubber boots and more.   Because of our American Baptist affiliation, we were also able to provide hundreds of American Baptist Men and Church World Service ”floodbuckets filled to the brim with cleaning supplies”as well as hygiene packets to individuals through agencies and churches and our own church members seeking supplies for themselves or to share with families in need.  In addition, the Nebraska Region has received approximately $18,000 from One Great Hour of Sharing, and some of that money has come to us to use in our relief efforts.  All in all, it has been estimated that a minimum of $500,000 worth of food, goods and supplies flowed through our facility (including some yet to be distributed), and possibly as much as $1 million when all things are considered. Many of these goods were donated by multiple agency partners of No Town Left Behind.  Thanks to the help of work teams from Fairbury, Beatrice and ABMen Nebraska Disaster Relief, we have coordinated cleanup help at several homes.

In addition, we have had some financial donations come into our church, especially to assist with the water filtration in Pacific Junction, Iowa because individuals have taken our posts and shared them via social media…including my own sister…donations from California and Arizona and Indiana and Florida and more.  Any donation that is marked for the relief efforts has been and will be spent as designated to cover all the things involved in making ministries happen.  

Let me say that another way:  Not a single dollar that comes into our relief fund will go to any church programming or budget needs; ONE HUNDRED PERCENT of any money received is used exclulsively to support the relief effort.  

Finally, we also help support the great efforts that have been and are being made to help the town of Pacific Junction, Iowa, underwater and threatened with losing their town due to compromised water filtration.  An professional expert was flown in from Salt Lake City to assist, pumps have been set up and operating to remove standing water in the community, at first through flexible pipes laid across the tracks, but with the railroad threatening to start up soon, adjustments had to be made.  The community was evacuated with very little forewarning, and several dozen people are unaccounted for at this time.  Efforts continue, but what the future will be remains to be seen.  The No Town Left Behind crew is packed up heading to Louisiana, where they say flooding has already started.  Keep them in your prayers.

I know many of us are completely exhausted.  But we met the crisis in a powerful way, and I hope that you, like me, feel that the exhaustion I feel has been for a good cause.  There are things that could have gone more smoothly perhaps, but given the ever-changing nature of disaster relief, and our lack of experience in performing the challenging tasks we did, our church served in a pretty amazing way.   We are now in the winding down and closeout phase, and have helped make a difference for more families than we know through this crisis time.  But know, I have no plans for us to do all that again any time soon!!!!

My personal thanks to so many who have helped in so many ways.
                                                                   
Richard


Where all have we offered and/or supported contact and assist?  The list is approximately 31 towns at this time: (most of these towns received some supplies, a few were not in need at the time, and some we don’t even know about)
  1. Wood River, NE 
  2. Cario, NE
  3. Dannebrog, NE
  4. Bartlett, NE
  5. Oneil, NE
  6. Lynch, NE
  7. Hooper, NE
  8. Winslow, NE
  9. North Bend, NE
  10. Lashara, NE
  11. Valley, NE
  12. King Lake, NE
  13. Glenwood, IA
  14. Pacific Junction, IA
  15. Hamburg, IA
  16. Niobara, NE
  17. Verdigres, NE
  18. Fremont, NE
  19. WoodCliff, NE
  20. Omaha, NE
  21. Waterloo, NE
  22. Lincoln, NE
  23. Wahoo, NE
  24. Bellvue, NE
  25. Genoa, NE
  26. St. Paul, NE
  27. O'Neil, NE
  28. Columbus, NE
  29. North Bend NE
  30. Nickerson NE
  31. Arlington NE








Thursday, March 21, 2019

The Island

  Life on the Island 


Water. 
Snow melted. 
Rains fell. 
Ice broke. 
Rivers flowed. 
Water swirled. 
The world changed. 
Rumors fly. 
People who know, 
But don’t really, 
Telling tales, reporting info, detailing facts 
That are all not true, 
But passed along again, 
As if they were. 
And none of the tales are good, 
Gloom, doom, fears, 
Making it worse than it really is. 
When “really is” is already bad enough. 
And all the while 
All around 
Are men 
And women 
With uniforms 
And tired eyes 
From sleepless nights 
And long hours 
Risking 
Protecting 
Helping 
Guiding 
At the crossroads 
At the floodwaters 
At the sandbags 
At the station 
Ready 
Always ready 
Always busy. 
With their tired eyes 
And their lonely families. 
I look into eyes filled with fear. 
Surviving today, not sure of tomorrow. 
A home across town, unseen for days 
Standing with others in a newly formed lake. 
What waits ahead? What remains? 
No one knows. The worst is feared. 
Then comes word, a glimmer of hope. 
It didn’t reach one marker, is that one alone? 
No one knows. 
No one says. 
No one knows. 
And not knowing, 
Is the hardest thing. 
People huddled, crowded, dazed. 
Children laughing and playing, 
Because that’s what children do, 
Trusting the parent to make sure they’re safe 
While the parent nearby stands in fear. 
“What will happen to me, to my children, to my home? 
When will I learn what has happened so far? 
What are the paths that might be ahead? 
How will I get there? Where will we go?” 
Sometimes the words spoken in foreign tongue. 
Sometimes not spoken at all. 
Sometimes afraid others might overhear, 
Sometimes afraid the words will ring true 
In the ears of the one speaking, and that is all. 
But hoping the words 
Are overheard by someone, 
While hoping they aren’t overheard, 
By the wrong someone. 
Crowds at the airport, 
Crowds bagging sand, 
Crowds standing and waiting for guidance and plans. 
Crowds left like sheep without shepherd or guide, 
Wanting to help, to make a difference, to do SOMETHING, 
Anything. 
Every little thing helps, every effort engaged in with zeal. 
Until someone official declares it doesn’t “fit the guidelines.” 
Who’s in charge? 
Who thinks they are in charge? 
Who demands to be in charge? 
While people wait in line 
For food, 
For shelter, 
For help. 
Forever. 
“I’ve never seen anything like it. And I’ve lived here for years.” 
Repeated over and over 
By people 
As they express the shock, 
Stunned by all around them. 
Others wait. 
They watch. 
They quietly add a touch. 
And they pray. 
Because they know what many forget. 
Or choose to ignore. 
Prayer does matter. 
A church bell rings. 
People gather to worship. 
Something to hold onto, 
Something that is normal 
Something that brings hope 
Something that endures 
When so much is changing, 
And so much is at risk. 
Isolated. 
On an island. 
In a home. 
In a shelter. 
In a basement. 
For now…. 
Others gibber nonsense, 
Worried about foolishness, 
Oblivious to the suffering 
Next door. 
And those next door 
Sit quietly, 
Invisibly, 
Watching, 
Waiting, 
Wondering if anyone will notice, 
Wondering if anyone really cares, 
Wondering, worrying, 
Hoping, despairing, 
Fearing, 
Invisibly. 
Hoping that if anyone DOES notice, 
That it will be the right people, 
But afraid that it might not be, and so, 
It is better to remain invisible. 
Tears. Sobs. 
Softly shaking heads 
Softly shaking shoulders. 
A hug. 
A held hand. 
A listening ear. 
A friend. 
A new friend. 
A lot of new friends. 
And they wait. 
On the island. 
That yesterday was not an island. 
Until the water. 
Melted. 
Fell. 
Broke. 
Flowed. 
Swept. 
Rushed. 
Flooded. 
Around the newly formed 
But temporary 
Island. 
Someone finds a way. 
To make the short trip out, 
Which is no longer a short trip, 
But a major excursion. 
If you can find it, 
And if your car can handle it. 
Someone else finds a way in, 
Somewhere there is a road 
A bridge, 
An escape, 
And a supply route. 
Something survived. 
But no one can go there. 
It is forbidden, 
It is unauthorized, 
It is unsafe, 
It isn’t allowed. 
So they wait, 
And they watch, 
And they wonder. 
And they worry. 
And they ask, 
When the routes, 
Will bring back those, 
Stranded away from us, 
Worried about us, 
Praying for us, 
Missing us, 
And missed by us. 
Soon. 
We hope. 
All the while, for days on end, 
Night and day, 
At all hours, 
Whirring of choppers, 
Buzzing of planes, 
Chugging of boats, 
Back and forth, 
Taking someone somewhere, 
Or bringing them here, 
Yet the town is strangely silent. 
Because the sound that isn’t heard, 
Is a sound that has been heard 
For a century and a half. 
But not now. 
Not here. 
Not five times in the morning, 
Not randomly through the day, 
Not at all. 
Even though, 
That noise is the reason, 
The town even exists, 
The noise of the train, 
Blowing its horn, 
Clicking its connections, 
Roaring down the tracks, 
With cargo, and commerce, and life. 
But not now. 
Not here. 
Not at all. 
Except the dinging of the bells, 
And the flashing of the lights, 
From the crossarms on the street, 
Oddly sounding out 
That today, the tracks are heavy 
With water. 
That melted, 
That fell, 
That broke, 
That swirled, 
And flooded. 
Hope. 
Hope is offered, 
Supplies, freshly stocked shelves, and 
Receding water. 
A little bit. 
Enough to open one road. 
At least for now, 
At least to go check, 
At least to get a little closer, 
To what stands in the flood. 
And then time to sleep 
Or try. 
For a few hours, 
Troubled 
Uncomfortable 
With the odd sounds echoing 
From the air 
As the planes 
And the choppers 
Come and go, 
Just like the sleep 
That eludes. 
And so you write 
A poem. 
Pictures appear 
On the lighted screen 
From the air 
Of the water. 
So much water. 
From the roadways 
Showing lakes 
That were never lakes before. 
And the remnants 
Collapsed roadways, 
Crumbled asphalt 
Broken bridges. 
And suddenly 
You realize 
They are talking about us. 
Those pictures are here. 
Those remnants 
Of roadways, 
Of bridges, 
Of asphalt, 
That is why we 
Are an island. 
For now. 
Word comes. 
Help is going to come. 
People at a distance 
People unknown, 
People who have heard, 
People who have seen, 
Because the news moguls finally decided 
That what happened here matters. 
But the help has to wait. 
Because it is an island. 
For now. 
And the landscape keeps changing, 
Each day. 
And the plans keep changing, 
Each minute. 
Help is going to come. 
Eventually. 
But it is okay. 
Because help is already here. 
We have each other. 
And we are looking out for each other. 
Whether we know the name 
Whether we speak the language 
Whether we are in the same boat 
We are on the same island. 
We aren’t waiting. 
We don’t have to. 
We have each other. 
Despite those who 
Think that only they 
Are the ones who count. 
The rest of us know, 
We have each other. 
Whether or not, 
It meets the guidelines, 
Of those who think that they 
Are the ones who are in charge. 
It is we, 
We, the people, 
We have each other 
And are doing our best 
For each other. 
Even if 
We don’t know the names, 
Or don’t speak the language, 
And aren’t in the same boat, 
We remain together 
On the same island. 
It is a good island to be on. 
With good people. 
And good churches. 
And open hearts. 
And open pantries. 
And open homes. 
And open hands. 
And it is going to be okay. 
Not easy. 
But okay. 
Maybe not today. 
Maybe not tomorrow. 
Maybe not even in a year. 
But it is going to be okay. 
Because there are more good people on this island 
Than people who don’t care, 
And so tomorrow is bright, 
Even if it means 
We have to wait, 
We will wait, 
And work, 
And hope, 
And trust God through it, 
And it will be okay, 
This is Nebraska. 



Richard Crooks 3/19/19