My sister Nicole, her husband Tracey, and his mother Gail are among the many thousands of people directly in the path of Hurricane Ida in New Orleans.
As of 9:30 a.m. Aug. 29: 930mb, 150 mph, strong category 4 (5 starts at 157 mph.)
“We are staying. Wind is picking up, lights are flickering, we’re becoming part of history, etc.”
August 29, 2021, 12:56pm:
Tracey and I elected to ride out the storm in our home. We feel as prepared as we can be (we’ve got the *good* snacks). Larry is under the bed in “his” room (hey, that’s my office!) and Dauphine is endearingly underfoot. Power went out about an hour and a half ago, so in the interest of retaining phone battery, I’m re-reading all my Little House books (I have a boxed set because of course I do). If you don’t hear from us, it’s only because power/internet/cell towers have failed. We’ll be in touch when and how we’re able. Remember, when you feel like worrying, pray instead. God is good, all the time.
P.S. I’ve been overwhelmed by all the offers of post-apocalypse help and accommodation. We are so very blessed.
Evening: Nicole Barron Hammill marked herself safe during Hurricane Ida in Southern Louisiana, USA.
Star date August 29, 2021, 4:20 pm
Situation Report: We lost a pane of glass from our bedroom window. Tracey patched it with coroplast and duct tape. Superhero!
Edited to add: Tracey’s mom is ok. Thanks for your concern.
Star date August 30, 2021, 8:23 am
Situation Report: we and the animals are alive and well. Larry pooped on the bed and is in time out. I know you have lots of questions, but we are wicked busy and pulling power from our car batteries to charge our phones. So: no power at all and will not have for many weeks. World reeks of uncollected garbage and environmental disaster. Flies are collecting in the corners of our eyes in manner of heart-tugging starving children commercial or similar. House is largely undamaged as far as we can tell. Toilets are flushable. Will attempt recon mission shortly to Jefferson Parish to check on Tracey’s mother since phones are down and she’s not answering her texts. This, despite orders from officials to continue to shelter in place. Once we get her squared away we’ll come back here and clean up.
We do not yet know what our plans are, beyond that.
“Post Apocalyptic Report from NOLA, 3 days after the hurricane.
We’ve been out of power for 3 days, in sweltering 100+ degree heat. Already had to throw a lot of food out from the fridge, but as frozen things thaw we’re cooking them on the bbq, for which I’m thankful to have something nice to eat, but I know all of that will run out soon.
We only had minimal storm damage at our house, only some fallen tree limbs and a fence that fell over, we were very blessed. Even though during the storm the wind was so tremendous it sounded like a freight train for 10-12 hours, and it shook the house constantly. But I kept praying that God would protect us and that God would be merciful, and even though things are dire here, today in the aftermath I am feeling so thankful and blessed. I know as bad as it is here, it could have been way worse.
I’ve already cleared all the fallen debris around our house, and after that I picked up all up and down my block. The street on my block was full of roof tiles, trash, tree limbs, etc., I thought I’d do what I could to bring things back to some sense of normalcy.
However, this morning I felt like I was in the movie Soylent Green at the food riot. I was waiting in line at a local ice house selling ice for $5 a bag, limit 4, for nearly 2 hours to get ice …I got there an hour before they opened at 7am and there was already 100 ft line, by 8am the line was 2 to 3 blocks long… everyone was very uptight, and it seemed like things were going to get out of control and anarchy was going to ensue. I was glad to get outta there.
I have not seen ANY city, state, government, FEMA assistance. No National Guard passing out ice, MRE’s, etc. “Where dey at, where dey at?”. People are suffering here and need help.
A lot of people are in survival mode, kind of every man for himself, but I’m encouraged by occasional glimmers of hope from acts of Good Samaritans like our neighbor, Joris, across the street who evacuated initially, but came back to check on their house. When they came back they had two 5 gallon containers of gas, and two big bags of ice to give to us. I was literally moved to tears at their thoughtfulness and generosity. I brought the ice to my elderly mother, who has also been without power.
Please continue to pray for everyone affected by this storm. God will see us through.
God bless you.”
Captain’s log, star date September 3, 2021, 1:30 pm:
Beautiful, blessed day here at Hammill Manor.
Tracey “McGuyver” Hammill discovered yesterday that we’d lost our roof turbine. We figured we had until the morning to *somehow* plug the gaping hole until we can get it professionally repaired, but before those plans could come into play, we heard thunder. Oh no!
Undeterred, our hero raced to open up the attic, scramble up the stairs, and — and here is where you’ll need to suspend your disbelief— snake a number of plastic bags, then an UMBRELLA! through the hole. Once opened, he tied the umbrella down firmly. Crisis averted, and now our house wears a jaunty hat.
Today we were able to buy non-perishable groceries, procure enough ice for ourselves and for Tracey’s mom, fill up our gas tank after only having to wait 28 minutes, and enjoy fresh chicken salad sandwiches courtesy of the Sankofa food bank, which is located half a block from our house.
We’re fine and have everything we need, except power, but we’re now being told that it could be restored within a week or so.
Guess what we have?!?!
From Tracey on Facebook, Sept. 13…
My Hurricane IDA Story…
Having been born and raised in New Orleans, and being 57 years old now, I am no stranger to hurricanes. But I can’t say that I get any more used to them. On the front end of them, they spike my anxiety, I’m always fearful of how bad they can be. I had a traumatizing refugee experience resulting from being the only one on my block for 3 weeks after hurricane Katrina 16 years ago. There was no power, no stores open, no emergency service, police protection, etc., it was a scary surreal time that has left it’s mark on me. I’ve had to brace for several hurricanes since Katrina, some were pretty bad, but none were quite as bad as Katrina. This is why I was so fearful of Ida, at first it looked like it was going to miss us, and then not long after it looked like it was headed right for us, and it was going to be every bit as bad as Katrina.
Aside from one of the rooms in our house that I use as an office / studio, mostly for computer equipment, etc., a lot of my artist studio is in the form of tents I use in our back yard. I do things in the tents that are too messy to do in the house, like spray paint, etc., kick up sawdust, whatever. I do that out in the tents, I have several of them, 10’x20′ ft each. Well, in a hurricane, those tents might as well be kites that I’m always afraid will get swept away like Dorothy’s house in the Wizard of Oz. So, in advance of the hurricane, I’ll tie down the pole structures down from inside using whatever I can to weigh it down so it won’t go flying. In a mad scramble, I did all of that prior to the storm getting here, but still had my doubts whether it would be enough. Well, let me tell you, during the hurricane, those tents danced around like a jitterbug for 12 hours, and I had to run out during the worst of the storm to tie things down twice, but I was astonished that a 10’x40′ long, two 10’x20’s together, that long of a tent stayed put through a Category 4 hurricane, when all around there were much more formidable buildings that sustained a lot of damage. Honestly, it seemed to defy reasoning. I know I prayed and prayed and prayed, all through the storm, because I was terrified. Our house shook constantly for 12 hours during the tremendous wind from the storm, it sounded like a freight train outside. I kept praying, God, please hold this house together, God please keep the roof on, please keep my tents from flying away, please watch over my mother, protect her, protect us, all that. And astonishingly enough, we were very very blessed. My tents stayed put through a hurricane, and our house sustained only minor damage; we had a roof turbine get blown off of the roof. I temporarily covered the open turbine hole with an umbrella just moments before a rainy downpour. The next day I retrieved the turbine that blew off, bent it back into shape, and me and my neighbor, Ken, put it back on. He was nice enough to climb on my roof and put it back in place, while I fastened it from the inside of the attic. So, my neighbor, Ken, was a real blessing to me. Other than the roof turbine, three 8 ft sections of our wooden fence fell over. I picked them up one at a time, and propped them up with some wooden pallets like kickstands. They’re not permanently fixed, but it’s good enough for now until I can do better. Also had one window pane blow out during the storm. We were here at the time when it happened during the storm, so I was able to quickly cover the open window pane with a piece of coroplast, a political sign, that I cut into the size of the window pane and taped in place. After the storm, I was able to retrieve the glass pane on the ground outside of the house, it was still intact. I’ll just put it back and put some clear silicone on it when I get a chance. But all and all, I am thankful because I know it could have been so much worse… How those tents stayed put is a minor miracle, Praise God!
Our power was finally restored after 6 days of being without in the sweltering heat. I had a little computer design job that was due the first week of September, so when our power was restored, I checked in with my customer who’s out of town, and told them I’d have their design done shortly since our power was restored. I finished the job, and the customer said he loved it, so I could cross that off my list of things to do. I kept looking at FB posts from lots of people that had not yet had their power restored in different parts of town, and there were a lot of them, all over, and I felt bad for them. So, I took it upon myself to try to be a blessing to folks that were still suffering. I went to National Guard distribution points, not for myself but for others, and collected ice, water, MRE’s, etc., and for several days I was delivering relief supplies to people who had not yet had their power restored.
Bear in mind, this is at a time when gas is much sought after, lines for gas were sometimes miles long, and took hours to get through. I was driving around using up precious gas to help folks because I can’t just idly sit back watching and allow people to suffer, knowing it’s within my power to help, and there’s something I can do to ease their suffering… which is why I was appalled when I heard a man was shot dead at a gas station in a case of cutting in line over gas. How horrible, especially now that gas is readily available again. Such a senseless killing.
These hurricanes have a way of bringing out the best, and unfortunately sometimes the worst in people. We’ve been very blessed by the very generous help of our neighbors, as well as private and church organizations providing relief supplies like ice, water, and food, etc., to people in my neighborhood. But in the first few days after the storm, these organizations were not yet in place to help people.
I remember the morning of the 3rd day after the storm, and hearing from a friend’s FB post about a commercial ice house just a few miles from where I lived and how they were going to be selling ice to people, starting at 8am. I got there at 7am, and the line already had over 100 people waiting. By the time 8am rolled around, the line was 2 blocks long, and a lot of people were uptight, tensions were high, people wanted ice to save their food in their refrigerators because power had been out for 3 days now, or to get some relief the the sweltering heat, but everybody was desperate for it. At 8am, they announced they weren’t ready to start selling until another 1/2 hour or so, while they unloaded a truck that had just brought more ice in from outside the city. The ice that they had available for people was actually “snow-ball” machine blocks. Solid blocks of ice that are about 6″x6″x24″ long blocks. They’re designed to fit into a standard size snow-ball ice-shaving machine. They were selling 2 to a bag, for $4.50, limit 4 bags. I bought the limit, 4 bags, for $18.00. It seemed worth it to save our food from spoiling, and to cool off some beverages and get some relief from the heat.
Here’s a blessed moment, I had all 4 bags of ice, 3 in a cooler, and the last over the top because it wouldn’t fit. All the while before I got my ice, I noticed others getting theirs, and nobody was able to carry more than 3 bags at once. Most took 2, one in each arm, and if it was a couple of people, they could each carry 2 bags each. Occasionally a strong guy would carry away 3 at once. But I was alone there, in this mob of desperate for ice people, trying to carry away my 4 bags at once, something no one before me had done, and yes it was a struggle. It felt like everyone was checking me out in astonishment that I was able to muscle 4 at once. I had to travel a block to get to my car, and I have to admit, I had to stop at the half way mark, just to set the cooler down, and take a breather… when out of no where comes this guy saying, hey man, I’ll give you a hand! And this stranger helped me carry that 4th bag to my car. Of course, I thanked him. But that was a blessing right there, that stranger. He was a blessing to me.
I thought about the gesture of kindness, and by the time I got home with the ice I decided to share the 4th bag with my neighbors across the street. There’s three people living there, Ken and two ladies, and they were very appreciative for the ice. So I was a blessing to them. They were very thankful. This initiated a progressive exchange of thoughtful gestures between us and our neighbors throughout this storm aftermath while we were still waiting for power to be restored in our neighborhood. Like, if they went out looking for supplies; ice or gas, they would get some for us, and vice versa. It created a closeness, like we were looking out for each other, that had not existed so much before.
Our other neighbors, Brooke and Joris, who had evacuated to Alabama because they have a small child, I thought their house looked ok from the outside, and I told them in some messages we exchanged. They said they were coming back to check on the house, and did we need anything. They were so kind and generous, they brought us two 5 gallon containers of gas, and two big bags of ice. I still haven’t used the gas, and are probably going to wind up giving it right back to them, but we sure appreciated that ice. Another unexpected blessing. Another example of people helping people; people showing love and consideration for one another… Praise God! I’m praying for them because when they came back to check the house, they discovered extensive damage that I could not see from the street. So much so, they can’t live there right now, and may not be able to for a while. …Godspeed their recovery.
In spite of my icing efforts, little by little we lost all our refrigerated goods. I tried to eat as much as I could just to keep from having to throw it all out, but even still we threw out more than we wanted to. It’s like tossing your money into the garbage, and when you think about how precious food is, especially to those in need, it’s just horrible. First to go was the stuff in the refrigerator, and then all of our frozen stuff in the freezer began to thaw out. We had a variety of frozen meats; chicken, steaks, hamburger meat, etc. Thankfully, I had several bags of charcoal, and we went ahead and grilled a pack of chicken breasts first, since they were the most thawed. That chicken was outstanding, and so thankful to have something hot and delicious to eat in the midst of so much hard work and a stressful situation. The next day we made all of the burgers and steaks that we had. I made 8 hamburgers to accompany the pack of 8 buns I had, and I made about 5 steaks. Since we had extra, we gave steaks and hamburgers to our neighbors, Ken and Co., across the street. They were thankful, and invited us over to socialize and get to know them a little better, which we did. We had a nice time.
As days progressed, and people were still waiting for their power to be restored, I delivered relief supplies; ice, water, MRE’s, and I even stopped at a very rare Burger King that happened to be open where everything thing else around was still closed. I brought a couple of Whopper combos with fries to my friend, David, a young Brother in Christ, who lives all the way on the West Bank of the Mississippi River. I tried to sit down and eat with him, but this guy ate two Whoppers before I finished my first, he was starving. I was so glad to bring him some food after seeing how hungry he was. I felt like I was a big Whopper of a blessing to him.
The following day, another dear friend, Kaye, a Sister in Christ, told me in a FB comment that her roof turbine had blown off, much like how mine blew off. I asked if she had retrieved the turbine and she said she had, so I went over to her house in Kenner, which is clear across town from me, and I got on her roof, and replaced the turbine from the top, and then I went inside of the attic and secured the turbine from the inside. I was really glad to have the opportunity to do the very same thing that my neighbor across the street from me had done for me, I was really glad to return the same favor to someone else, especially after it had been done so generously for me. I was a blessing to her, as she’s been a blessing to me in the past. She’s prayed for my mother in the past, and I appreciate it.
I had to laugh when I was at Kaye’s, and Kaye’s brother was there, who I had never met before. …I was wearing my Bourbon Street Prayer Group T-shirt, and I might’ve mentioned something about God, or how I like being a blessing to others, and he looks at me and says, “What are you? Some kind of Preacher?” …and I had to just laugh… I thought to myself, if he only knew me years ago, in another life, would he ask me such a thing? …”Some kind of Preacher?” …maybe so… maybe we all have it within ourselves to be “Preachers”, I just want to be a living example of God’s love, and share with people my testimony of the miracles I feel that God has worked in my life, which have been many… Praise God!
After I left Kaye’s, I drove past the house of an elderly couple, Mr. Leon & Miss Gayle, who I’ve known for years. I knew their children; their son and daughter, David & Lisa, who are my age, evacuated with them off in Florida for the storm. I knew their power in their neighborhood had not yet been restored and they were waiting for it to come back. I saw a tremendous amount of fallen tree limbs all on their front lawn. I also saw that most of their adjacent neighbors had already made piles of fallen tree limbs along the street. I know from the past that trucks will go around picking up this debris, and if yours is not in a pile when they come, then they are not going to collect it up piece for piece off of your lawn. So, not knowing when my friends were planning on returning, I thought I’d do them a big favor, and gather up all the tree limbs from in front of their house. By the time I was done, this pile was bigger than a full size van in front of their house. So, I was a definite blessing to them.
I even helped the elderly couple, Mr. Howie and his wife, that lives across the street from the elderly couple I know. They saw me clearing the lawn and thought I was David, the son of Leon & Gayle, and I told them I’m just a friend of the family doing them a favor. That’s when they said, “That’s SOME FAVOR you’re doing for them!” …and I complimented them on the pile of branches in front of their own home. They told me they did that themselves earlier that morning, but there was a tree trunk in their back yard that was too heavy for the two of them to lift… that’s when I said, “Why don’t you let ME have a crack at it!” …I went over there and saw this massive broken tree trunk wedged and caught up on their busted up wooden fence it landed on. I wrapped my arms around that tree trunk, probably 10″-12″ diameter at thickest point, maybe 12′ to 15′ long, it was heavy, but I managed to lift it up off the fence it was caught up on… and after that, I dragged it, there was no lifting this thing, it was too heavy, I dragged it to the front of the house. Howie’s wife told me Howie was 80 yrs old, so I know I was a serious blessing to them… Praise God!
Interesting side story, I had an official Saints baseball hat, with the NFL logo on the back of it. I had it when I went to Kaye’s and I thought I had it when I went to the second house I went to. But when I got home that evening, I couldn’t find it. I was tired, so I let it rest till the next morning. I searched my van the next day and could not find it anywhere. A few years ago, I lost another Saints hat that was identical to it. My wife was nice enough to get me another one as a gift to replace it, but I was shocked to find out the official NFL hat was $50. So I’ve tried to be careful for the last few years with this replacement hat. Well, you can imagine how upset I was to not be able to find this hat. I didn’t want to spend another $50 and make the NFL and Roger Goodell any richer. I kept thinking, where could it be? Could it be in that massive pile of fallen tree branches at Leon and Gayle’s? I drove back over there to look around, and could not find it. Mr. Howie even came out and we talked. I mentioned it to him, and he said he’s keep an eye out for it, but I did not have much hope in me finding it now. …So get this, I’m leaving there, the house is near Grace King High School in Metairie for those familiar, I was leaving going down West Esplanade, I turned right at Causeway to make my approach to the I-10, I’m on the elevated on ramp that merges with the interstate traffic moving at 60-70 mph and it was at the bottom of the ramp, where one accelerates and merges with faster moving traffic, that I noticed to the left of me off in the very narrow 2′ ft wide shoulder, what looks like a black baseball hat. I didn’t get a clear look at it, because it was on opposite side of the traffic I was merging into. I had to drive what seemed about 5 miles to get to the next exit where I could turn around and go back the other way. I did, and I went back the exact same way I did before, I was back on the on ramp, on the elevated entrance ramp to the interstate, I came back upon the hat, I slowed down a little, and that’s when I saw the GOLD FLEUR DE LIS! and I knew right then and there, that was MY HAT! I didn’t have anyone in back of me, so I stopped about a 100 ft past the hat. I realized there was no other way I was going to be able to access the hat any other way where it was. I put my hazard lights on, I waited till no cars were coming down the ramp, and that’s when I made a mad dash for it, I ran 100 ft., picked up my hat and did a 180 degree pivot, and ran back 100 ft. to my van, put it in drive, and hit it! And sure enough, I got my hat back! It wasn’t just any hat, it was MY hat. I knew it was. …I theorize that I must’ve had the hat on my dash board, and the driver’s side window must’ve been down, I may have even had the other passenger side window down too, not sure. But all that wind, plus my attention off to the right looking at the traffic I had to merge into, plus me being tired and fatigued from all that exhausting work I was doing, I must’ve not even noticed that my hat blew out of the driver’s side window, onto the shoulder of the interstate… but I got it back! …Praise God!
After all that, I thought I’d take a break from it all. My wife said she was long overdue for a pedicure. I don’t always go with her, in fact it’s been over a year since I joined her, but a few years ago we were traveling in Costa Rica, staying at a fancy hotel with a spa, and she convinced me to get a pedicure with her, and I must say it was very relaxing and enjoyable. What’s not to like? Who doesn’t like soaking their feet in a soothing hot tub and having your feet massaged and pampered? I know I do! …but like I say, I hadn’t joined her to do that in over a year, but since she said she was going, I thought about how much I had been toiling, and I thought how much that would be a great way to reward myself. My wife had gotten some gift cards to the nail salon, so it didn’t even cost us anything. So I went along, and I was really enjoying the relaxing experience… I think I was also getting pretty high off of all the nail polish fumes too, that stuff smells like car paint… wowzerz!
Anyway, I’m sitting in the pedicure chair, waiting for them to finish with my wife, when I’m checking my FB feed, and I’m looking at one of my FB friend’s posts, Colleen, and she has been handling up on all her hurricane damage herself and posting about it for the past few days, and she was doing stuff like getting on her roof, fixing damage up there, which impressed me a whole lot. Well, one of her friends commented, saying, “I’m overwhelmed, I don’t know where to begin.” … I read that, and remember, I don’t know this person at all, never met them before, I commented back, “I like helping people, can I give you a hand with anything?” Long story short, within a few hours of finishing the pedicure with my wife and getting a bite to eat with her, I loaded up my van with rakes and shovels and ladders, etc., and went over to a stranger’s house to go do some serious back breaking work for the next 3 hours. She was Jessica, a mother with an infant daughter and a 9 yr old son. Her husband is a construction worker, and was out working on damaged homes to make money for his family. They had already cleared their front yard, so there was already a massive stack of tree limbs already started by the street. But the back yard had yet to be cleared, it was vast, like 50′ x 100′ ft , and it was covered with fallen tree limbs all over the place. Some of the limbs were so big, I had to use an axe I brought to chop the limbs down to more manageable pieces. She said to me, I don’t know where to begin, and I said, we’re going to do this one branch at a time, and we’re going to clear this yard, don’t you worry, and three hours later, we finally did. I know I was a real blessing to her and her family… and judging from the extreme degree of soreness I was feeling in the aftermath of helping her, I knew it was a valiant effort and a tremendous undertaking… I could barely move when I got home, and I had to go soak in a hot tub repeatedly overnight to get over my soreness, but I’m feeling a lot better now, 24 hours after, it’s like I didn’t even do it… praise God!
I noticed every day that goes by through this, I am covered more and more with cuts, bruises, blisters, and insect bites. This is what happens through a hurricane experience like mine. I wear it like a badge of honor though, because I know most of it was earned trying to help people or help in the recovery and cleanup process after the storm.
I couldn’t help noticing when I was helping Jessica, every time I’d bring another haul of tree limbs to the front pile we were creating, I had to pass the overflowing garbage cans on the street, and they were smelling most fowl. This is nothing against Jessica, in fact, this stinking rotten garbage problem is all across the city, even at my house which is across town from Jessica’s house. The problem is, everyone had to throw out their perishable food after the storm when the power went out, and it’s been almost 2 weeks now, and the garbage has been festering, literally maggots are growing out of it all, and it’s absolutely disgusting, and it’s all over the place. This is the kind of thing most people don’t think about in the wake of a storm; the lack of garbage pick up, maggots, flies, and unbearable stench. All of the trash cans were overflowing and the lids won’t close. Today, I put on a respirator I use for spray painting, I put on surgical gloves, I brought some big black contractor size garbage bags, I went out to my overflowing cans and didn’t want to dig down too too deep, but I cleared out enough of the overflow so the lids would close, and I bagged up and tied up the overflow garbage. I did this for my cans, and all the cans of my neighbors on my block… So now all the trash can lids are closed on my block, which hopefully will help with the stench, the maggots, and the flies… yuck!
Now that more and more people in the New Orleans metropolitan area have finally gotten their power restored, and things are beginning to normalize for most people, I don’t feel as much need to go out helping people with relief supplies, even though I know there’s still a lot of people further west, outside of the city, that are not nearly as far along in the recovery process, they are just further out of my radius to reach them to help them, unfortunately.
I’m a 57 year old cancer survivor, but I try to help others as much as I can. I know I’m just one guy, but I try to be a living example of God’s love. …I live to be a blessing to others.
…Like some superhero going around using his powers to help people.
Here’s some scriptures that inspire me…
“Carry each other’s burdens and so you will fulfill the law of Christ.” – GALATIANS 6:2
“Don’t forget to do good and to share what you have because God is pleased with these kinds of sacrifices.” – HEBREWS 13:16
“This is my commandment: love each other just as I have loved you.” – JOHN 15:12
“Give to those who ask, and don’t refuse those who wish to borrow from you.” – MATTHEW 5:42
“Those who are gracious to the poor lend to the Lord, and the Lord will fully repay them.” – PROVERBS 19:17
“Contribute to the needs of God’s people, and welcome strangers into your home.” – ROMANS 12:13
“In the same way, let your light shine before people, so they can see the good things you do and praise your Father who is in heaven.” – MATTHEW 5:16
“Don’t withhold good from someone who deserves it, when it is in your power to do so.” – PROVERBS 3:27
“Instead of each person watching out for their own good, watch out for what is better for others.” -PHILIPPIANS 2:4
“Then they will reply, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison and didn’t do anything to help you?’ Then he will answer, ‘I assure you that when you haven’t done it for one of the least of these, you haven’t done it for me.'” – MATTHEW 25:44 – 45
“The crowds asked him, ‘What then should we do?’ He answered, ‘Whoever has two shirts must share with the one who has none, and whoever has food must do the same.'” – LUKE 3:10-11
“My brothers and sisters, what good is it if people say they have faith but do nothing to show it? Claiming to have faith can’t save anyone, can it? Imagine a brother or sister who is naked and never has enough food to eat. What if one of you said, ‘Go in peace! Stay warm! Have a nice meal!?’ What good is it if you don’t actually give them what their body needs? In the same way, faith is dead when it doesn’t result in faithful activity.” – JAMES 2:14-17
“God isn’t unjust so that he forgets your efforts and the love you have shown for his name’s sake when you served and continue to serve God’s holy people.” – HEBREWS 6:10
“Heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse those with skin diseases, and throw out demons. You received without having to pay. Therefore, give without demanding payment.” – MATTHEW 10:8
“Poor persons will never disappear from the earth. That’s why I’m giving you this command: you must open your hand generously to your fellow Israelites, to the needy among you, and to the poor who live with you in your land.” – DEUTERONOMY 15:11
“Generous persons will prosper; those who refresh others will themselves be refreshed.” – PROVERBS 11:25
“Don’t just watch your fellow Israelite’s donkey or ox fall down in the road and do nothing about it. You must help your fellow Israelite get the animal up again.” – DEUTERONOMY 22:4
“Give, and it will be given to you. A good portion — packed down, firmly shaken, and overflowing — will fall into your lap. The portion you give will determine the portion you receive in return.” – LUKE 6:38
“But if someone has material possessions and sees a brother or sister in need but refuses to help — how can the love of God dwell in a person like that?” – 1 JOHN 3:17
“Happy are generous people, because they give some of their food to the poor.” – PROVERBS 22:9
“Sell your possessions and give to those in need. Make for yourselves wallets that don’t wear out — a treasure in heaven that never runs out. No thief comes near there, and no moth destroys.” – LUKE 12:33
“In everything I have shown you that, by working hard, we must help the weak. In this way we remember the Lord Jesus’ words: ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive.'” – ACTS 20:35
“So continue encouraging each other and building each other up, just like you are doing already.” – 1 THESSALONIANS 5:11
“Be kind, compassionate, and forgiving to each other, in the same way God forgave you in Christ.” – EPHESIANS 4:32
…I encourage you in desperate times like these to never underestimate the power of prayer, and to always seek to be a blessing to others in any way you can… we will get through this together… God bless you!