Recognizing the Risen

In a devotion a co-worker gave last week, he was sharing from a chapter in Ravi Zacerious‘ book Jesus Among Other Gods. One minor point really jumped out to me: Jesus’ enemies seemed to understand some of His teachings better than the Apostles.

Matthew 26:62-66 tells about the chief priests and Pharisees who asked to have guards placed by the tomb because they remembered Jesus saying He would rise again in three days. They were afraid the disciples were going to steal His body, so they could pretend He had risen. Yet when the disciples saw Him, they thought He was a ghost (Luke 24:37). Can you imagine the disciples practically falling out of their chairs, “Ahhk, wha…what are you doing here?” And it is not like the disciples had never seen anyone raised from the dead before either.

I think sometimes we are too close to a particular situation for our eyes to focus. I hope you don’t miss seeing God work right under your nose this spring.

If someone takes your tunic

This morning in my men’s group we read and discussed Matthew 5:38-42, part of the Sermon on the Mount. Reading it is hard, applying it is even harder. But then on my drive into work from small group I heard an awesome story on the radio about a man who was robbed at knife point when he was getting off a New York subway. He handed over his wallet thinking “If you’re willing to risk your freedom for a few dollars, then I guess you must really need the money.” As the robber was walking away the  man called after him, “If you’re going to be robbing people for the rest of the night, you might as well take my coat to keep you warm.” The rest of the story is a perfect example of why Christ tells us to love our enemies. Listen for yourself.

Savannah for St. Patty’s Day

We spent the weekend in Savannah, GA. It was the first trip for either of us to that Georgian city. We were visiting our friend Rachel. We choose this past weekend because Savannah evidently has a huge St. Patrick’s Day parade and party. The parade we can vouch for, it was three and a half hours long. The partying, we could tell lots of people were excited about that, but we pretty much avoided the night life, neither one of us was much for getting River Faced.

The parade has the tradition of letting lots of former Grand Marshals ride on the back of convertibles followed by their extended family. Also, girls and pre-noon-drunk women would run out and kiss random soldiers, firefighters and Shriner’s on the cheek. The boys from a military school were especially popular targets.

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The weather was about 5 degrees too cold that day, but that’s what I get when I try to dress too optimistically in March. One of my favorite sights was this Ewok dog.

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The day ended with paying $20 to park in an unlabled garage for 1.5 hours. Saturday consisted of eating lots of yummy food and walking around town. The She Crab Soup at The Pirate House and Rachel’s breakfasts were especially good. The most unexpected fun was when the power went out for about 2.5 hours Saturday night. There is something about having to light candles and use flash lights that is honestly kind of fun.

A side note – books on tape are amazing at helping to kill time on the long drive. A pleasant surprise – we got to meet Jen’s grandpop for lunch on the drive home.

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Welcome to the New Old Blog

Judging by the previous post, it doesn’t look like much has happened in the last two years. On the contrary, we got married, have done some great traveling and have enjoyed getting to know extended family. As far as the blog goes, in the last two years, all of my writings have been about marketing and design. Jen and I (and Pablo) wanted a place to keep friends and family in the loop with our lives. All the work talk has been given a proper home over at: www.petervcook.com. All the old, non-work related posts (ie. the Katrina relief trip from two years ago) have decided to move over here to their new address.

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So welcome, to day one, of our little two person and dog family blog.

Katrina: Back to the Pass

It has been seven months since the storm. The images are less vivid, its fading from memory and no ones wondering where their next meal will come from anymore. But the Gulf coast is still very much reeling from Katrina. Two weeks ago I became the first to utilized the new Cre8tive Group Missions Trip Benefit™ (except for Andy I guess, whose trips showed the need for such a policy). I went with another group of 75, again mostly students from Asbury College plus the wonderful addition of my hot fiancée Jen.

Arriving back in Pass Christian, it was remarkable both how much work had been done and how much work there was still to do. One house would be mere weeks away from being ready to be lived in again, while the one right next to it had not even been touched since the storm, still filled with rotting fridges and mounds of mildew that were once called “couches.” What an amazing psychological strain for those who are living in town; those who are trying to rebuild their homes and lives. If and when they get everything back in order, they still have to drive by the devastation each time they go to the nearest grocery store a town or two away. The remaining residents have gotten used to living in a trailer with less space than my office.

So what did I learn? People need hope. People everywhere, in every situation, need hope. Seven months after a major hurricane, they need hope to fight off depression. Hope that things are going to get better, that life will return to normal, that they will one day live in a building that doesn’t have wheels. So what if I helped build a couple sheds, cleaned up a yard and painted a house? In the grand scope of things, that’s really not all that much progress. But, what we really did was build a little hope, show them a little love to know that they’re not forgotten about, and get to know the residents of a little town where we’ll likely celebrate our anniversary some year.

Katrina: Dreamland

So right now I am just 7 hours away from leaving on my second trip down to Pass Christian, Mississippi, to continue chipping at the relief we were able to take a part in three months ago. I am very much looking forward to it again. One thing that was a highlight of the traveling part of the trip itself was this great Bar-B-Que place Joe B. had heard about on the Food Network. Dreamland, down in Alabama somewhere. So we found out where it was and stopped. We had three vans full of hungry folks and we were excited to get some Bar-B-Que.

We got seated on not the prettiest of patio’s we had ever seen. We could tell this place was local, with a capital “ocal”. On the tables were loaves of Wonder Bread and styrofoam containers of their home made sauce. We assumed we were supposed to dip and snack for something like an appetizer. They soon took our “Proud to serve Pepsi” drink orders…sweat tea for most. When the waitress returned, we realized we hadn’t gotten any menus yet. She said “We don’t have menus. Cause we only serve ribs. Ribs. No chicken, no beef, no pulled pork, no baby back ribs. No sides, no fries, no beans, no cole slaw, no corn bread…” Well you get the idea. “We only serve ribs. You can get them in three sizes, a plate, a half rack or a full rack. It’s cheaper to slit a full rack than get two half racks.” So we were kind of shocked, and I was more shocked when no one in the group really had any problem with that. Seems like everyone likes ribs enough to get them. So we quickly count the number of people we have and divide by two, and we order that many racks. It was good stuff too!

As we were making our way out of the restaurant some of us naturally stopped in the restroom, we had a long car ride ahead of us. As we were getting in the car, one of the other guys asked if anyone had noticed the bathroom graffiti. And now I normally try to keep my eyes away from whatever nastiness is written on those walls, but some thing caught my eye. The bathroom graffiti wasn’t your normal dirty graffiti. It had words like “Ribs” and “Bar-B-Q” in it. Turns out it was all along the lines of “Dreamland is the BEST”, “I love ribs”, “Dreamland Bar-B-Que is awesome”. Wow, now that’s saying something!

Katrina: Baywood House

So we saw a lot of damage down in Pass Christian. But one thing that was truly baffling was how much water this water front town had to deal with. The second to last day there my group joined Julie’s on what turned out to be a house that was in much higher water then we could really imagine.

Get this, the house was up on stilts, I would say the stilts were 8 feet tall. This house was on stilts because it was right next to the cannel. So it was on stilts so it wouldn’t flood, but it was not prepared for Katrina. There was 1 foot of flooding…on the second story above the stilts. There were giant holes in the roof. The house hadn’t been touched in the three months since the hurricane and when we got there. There was stuff everywhere. The bed rooms litterally had feet of toys, muck, clothes and drywall on the floor. When we got to the floor, we didn’t even know it was carpet or hardwood. The floor looked like the bottom of a pond. And in the cannel in the back yard, there was a house.

Twenty feet of water does really amazing things.

Katrina: My Best Thanksgiven Yet

Thanksgiving is one of those holidays that you spend with your family. But not this year for me, I spent it with a bunch of people that I wouldn’t have known if it were not for this trip.

If ya’ll have been paying attention then you already know that this trip was over Thanksgiving break. Of course that meant Thanksgiving Day as well. Our fith full day down on the Gulf Coast was Thanksgiving. It had always been a question as to what exactly we were going to do that day. It was decided that we would’t work a full day, but we were so excited about finishing our projects that there was no way we were giong to take the whole day off. We started the day by heading over to the next town, Long Beach, MS. That town was so bad off that you had to have a special pass to get in. We somehow managed to scrounge one up, and went to a church that was practically dead before the storm, but the hurricane destroyed the inside and it doesn’t look like the congregation was even big enough to make it worth rebuilding. But another group was down there trying to rebuild it, praying with a “If we build it they will come” mentality. Around noon we were headed back to Pass Christian. On the way back we saw a cross in the clouds, that was a nice reminder on Thanksgiving day. Not long after we got back to the church 80 Thanksgiving meals were delivered in styrophome “to go” boxes. It was tasty. After we finished that we made a quick turnaround to get out to our job sites. We went back to the Alicia St house we had been working on, we were hoping to get it done so we could do one more house before we left town on Saturday. So we all worked quickly to get most of tht done. A few stayed back to spray bleach to kill the mildew while the rest of us went to start on another house.

By how we were all tired not just from working a hard half day, but after five days of work, I know I was starting to drag and can only imagine that others were too. Someone from Steve Thorson’s group had heard about a fire station the next town up that was serving thanksgiving. While the official plan was just to eat at God’s Katrina Kitchen, our group, Steve’s group and Dr. Olsen’s group were willing to give it a try. And why not, we had heard that there were going to be lots of pies. Keith and Michelle also joined us. So we head there. Now this fire station was considerably smaller than God’s Katrina Kitchen, so I got out of the van and asked if they had room for 21. They assured us they did and would not let us entertain thoughts otherwise. It turns out they really did, because besides us, only a family of four showed up. As we were walking in, they started moving everything around, they had pushed a bunch of tables together so that we would all sit at one big table. They ditched their plan to serve buffet style and instead set the food, in large aluminum cooking trays, in front of us. This group serving was made up of students from Lancaster Bible College, who had met up with a congregation from Maryland and had teamed up with the fire department. Those from up north had travled down with the primary goal of serving Thanksgiving Dinner. The bunch of amateur waiters and waitresses did a great job. The smile on their faces as they got us more tea and instisting that we had not had enough pie yet, really rejuvinated me. They were interested in all our stories and it seems like everyone found something in common with someone in our group. It was also one of the best tasting thanksgivings I had had, the sweep potatoes and stuffing we’re particularly delicious. It was so nice to be served after a week of serving other. That thanksgiving dinner, with what a week earlier would have been 20 strangeers really rejuvenated me and I could have worked for another week. And I count that as my best Thanksgiving yet.