Week 48

The memorial service for the brother who died was very brief, but nice.  He had been cremated the day before, so his urn, a picture, and the folded flag were on a small table at the front.  He was a Viet Nam veteran and spent 22 years in the Navy, so he had full military honors.  After a 21 gun salute outside, three men in their dress Navy uniforms marched to the front, removed the flag from the table, opened it completely, then folded it again and gave it to the widow.  I had only seen flags removed from coffins and folded, so it was interesting to see the difference in this flag folding.  The majority of people in the audience were not members of our church, and the service was much more somber than we typically have.

Now, Tender Mercy Number II.  The car that acted up so that we were available when needed (see last week's post), and then ran perfectly allowed us to go to the mortuary to dress the brother, visit the sister on Saturday, got us to church on Sunday (taking the elders down and teaching our Sunday School and Personal Finance lessons), and to the memorial service on Monday.  Tuesday when we came out of the gym, the car wouldn't start.  A man we always talk to at the gym came out right then and tried to jump start our car, but no luck after several attempts.  We called AAA and had to have the car towed to the garage.  It turned out to be a dead cell in the battery, and a new battery was not terribly expensive (relief!).  Of course it took most of the day, but Tuesday was our most flexible day this week.  We continue to marvel at the timing of these car events, and are so grateful we had the car when we needed it and were never stranded far from home.

It was a hot sticky week, but the only time we really notice it is when we go to the food bank on Mondays.  We come home dripping wet (corrugated metal warehouses don't lend themselves to comfort).  Our longest walk outside is probably at the prison getting from the first entry building to the next entry building and then across the compound to the chapel.  That's only about six or seven minutes outside, but we can sure feel the humidity.  Sometimes they are transferring a prisoner when we get there and we have to wait outside the building for a while--that gets a little uncomfortable.

Speaking of prison, it's amazing how much we love going there.  The men we work with are so appreciative of us coming and frequently tell us that hour is a spiritual break from prison.

Our apartment building is surrounded on two sides by fields.  Our city dweller eyes can't tell how many acres there are, but it's pretty to have all that green around us.  We finally decided they are soybeans. 

The view around us

See the beans?

Week 47

Being present when someone enters or leaves mortality is a tender and sacred experience.  We had that experience on Thursday morning.  Just after 7 am I got a text from the wife of the man in the branch who has had leukemia saying he was in the hospital following a surgery, but had been non-responsive for several hours, and could Elder Kerr come give him a blessing.  We hurried to the hospital, and when we entered the room the nurse was checking his vital signs and was clearly concerned.  Then Kerby gave the man a beautiful blessing.  Shortly after, the brother coded and they rushed a crash cart down the hall.  Then the wife had to make the decision whether or not to resuscitate him.  I held her while she said that he wouldn't want that, after which he breathed a few more breaths then passed away.  After some tearful moments, Kerby gave the wife a beautiful blessing, and we stayed with her until her daughter and son-in-law arrived.  Again, it was a sacred experience.

Now here is the "tender mercy" backstory.  On Wednesday our car was really acting up when we started it--four different times it made awful noises and had a hard time starting.  We called the service garage for an appointment, and they said to bring it in at 7 am the next day.  On Thursday morning Kerby was going to wear his jeans and a polo shirt to just run it over to the garage, but instead he came out in a shirt and tie--he said, "I just felt like putting my tie on."  He left, and I planned to take a shower, but instead got busy on the computer for a few minutes.  He called to say the car was acting perfectly and so he was on his way home, since the mechanics had nothing to test.  Immediately after that I received the sister's text, and I called Kerby to tell him.  I quickly put on some clothes, met him in the parking lot, and we went to the hospital.  The tender mercy is that normally we are at the gym without our phones at that time of day, and had that been the case we wouldn't have gotten the message until quite a while after the brother passed away.  (And our car continues to operate normally!)

The former branch president and his wife flew in from Idaho on Friday, and we met them at the funeral home where he and Kerby dressed the man in his temple robes.  Kerby and I are saying the opening and closing prayers at the memorial service tomorrow evening. 

Compared to that, nothing of much importance happened this week.  We were able to find a couple of people home when we went visiting in Marksville.  Cotton fields are still pretty as the blossoms continue to open. We stopped in "our" cotton field, and took this picture of baby cotton bolls:

Amazing that we wear what's growing inside of these!

We continued south to Simmsport, and saw lots of corn harvest on the way.  Just a few months ago we drove by these very fields when the corn was less than a foot high. 

Week 46

Stake Conference was this week, and, as always, a wonderful spirit and wonderful messages.  The entire Baton Rouge Temple Presidency and their wives were at both sessions.  Last night they talked some about the physical changes that have been made during this almost two-year renovation.  For one thing, the steeple is now 15 feet higher and has stained glass and inner lights.  The ceilings inside are about two feet higher, and there is a completely new foundation.  As with most temples, the stained glass and molding details reflect the locale.  Here those details are magnolia blossoms.  The new doors each weigh 700 pounds, but, as the stake president quipped, all you need is a temple recommend to open them!  The open house is October 26-November 2, and the re-dedication is November 17. 

July 29--Almost finished!

Today the talks focused more on the spiritual aspects of the temple.  The temple president was a career Navy man, and he talked about the importance of lighthouses when he was a navigator.  He likened temples to spiritual lighthouses in our lives, beacons to keep us in the right way.  President and Sister Varner both spoke, and we always love hearing them speak.  The Stake President, President DeFord, spoke about fasting, and it was truly masterful.  He used Isaiah 58 to talk about the reasons for and results of fasting.  The elements of the fast are 1) abstaining from food and drink for 24 hours, 2) prayer, and 3) fast offering.  He said that when we pay our tithing we live the law of sacrifice, but when we pay our fast offering we live the law of consecration.  (Yesterday he said that fulfilling church callings involved the law of sacrifice, but magnifying our callings was the law of consecration--interesting to think about.)

After conference, President and Sister Varner came to our apartment for lunch before they headed back down to Baton Rouge (actually, Denham Springs).  We had a delightful visit, and we're so grateful to know them and work under their direction on our mission.

Wednesday of this week was transfer day, and Elder McNairy finished his mission to go home.  Since there are no longer sisters at the Greens, they didn't have missionaries over for pre-transfer dinner on Tuesday--so we did  We made red beans and rice, cornbread, watermelon, and lemon pie.  A pretty good Southern dinner! 

Elder Haney was transferred to Natchez, so still in our district, but two hours away.  Before he left, he sent me this picture of him preaching the gospel in the clutches of a giant crawfish at Swamp Daddy's restaurant.  The missionaries work so hard, but they have fun, too!

We drive by LSUA campus on our way to and from Marksville, so on the way back from Marksville on Tuesday we stopped to see the Epps house.  We've recommended the book Twelve Years a Slave before, and wanted to see the house where Solomon Northup's master lived. 

The Epps House

Week 45

The first Sunday we were in Marksville, the sight of a great big Adirondack chair at the back of the room was sort of surprising.  It soon became absolutely normal.  We sit on folding chairs, and one sister can't sit comfortably on them, so the last branch president had this made for her:

On Tuesday we got the rain we had expected with Tropical Storm Barry several weeks ago.  The heavens opened and just dumped rain off and on for hours.  Our electricity was out for about 90 minutes.  Kerby had a follow-up doctor's appointment, so we set out, practically needing to paddle all the way.  To our surprise, the electricity was out all over town (not to our surprise, many streets were completely flooded).  The power was out at the clinic, right next to the hospital, but came on after we'd been there about 30 minutes.

We got 4.3 inches of rain that day.  The year-to-date rain here is 41 inches (compared to 33 normally).  Also, when we go to the gym in the morning, the humidity is generally between 94% and 98%.  We'll probably dry up and blow away when we get back to our desert.

This picture is of the pond across the road from us.  Normally the drainage pipes are very evident.  Tuesday afternoon there were ducks swimming far above the usual level of the pond with pipes far under water.

Same spot; flood day, top--normal day, bottom

About two months ago, a prisoner from Central America joined our group at the prison.  He is absolutely the sweetest man, and we love him so much.  His English is not very good, but he tries to participate in the whole Come Follow Me discussion as well as he can.  When it's his turn to read aloud, he reads from his Spanish scriptures while we follow along in English, and he follows along in Spanish when others read.  This week Elder Kerr wanted to use quite a bit of a conference talk, and had the bright idea to use the translate function in Word.  It worked beautifully, and now communication is even easier. Just before the closing prayer, this man said, "This hour is my favorite part of the week."  Other prisoners have expressed similar sentiments either in private or in the group, and being at the prison has certainly been an unexpected blessing for us.

 Baptisms are always highlights, and we had a baptism yesterday.  Ryne has been part of the branch ever since we've been there and long before.  Finally everything came into place for him to be ready to join the Church.  His wife has been a member her whole life, and it's exciting to watch this family progress and grow.

Happy Day!