Friday, March 28, 2014

Mudslides

In November 2005, Pastor Luis Martinez of IMPACTO Spanish Ministries led our group of stunned volunteers across the earth that one month prior had been the village of Panabaj.   It was a solemn walk.  Few words were spoken.  We couldn’t.  We were stunned and overwhelmed at the tragedy that occurred 30 days earlier. 

A few ‘lucky’ villagers shared their stories of what happened that fateful night in October.  Hurricane Stan pounded the area with relentless, torrential rains.  The ground at the top of Volcano Toliman broke loose and transformed into a river of mud, one-half mile wide and twenty feet deep.  Mud, trees and debris rushed through Panabaj while many were sleeping or running for safety.  I was told it sounded like a train roaring down the volcano.     
Over 200 people were buried alive and over 5,000 were left homeless and life forever changed for this tiny village near Santiago

What I saw was difficult to take in and process.  A school yard with mud covering the playground almost touching the rim of the basketball hoop.   The almost-new hospital completely filled in with the ground that once perched atop Toliman.  The former police station.  Houses no where to be seen.  Only bits of broken wood and broken concrete block bits.  A piece of a toy.  A muddied shoe.   A cooking pan.  Death and destruction in all directions. 


Our group respectfully approached a few villagers as they huddled together over where their family members’ homes had once been.  They were crying and praying.  They told us they didn’t know what they would do - such deep sadness, sorrow and weeping.  We didn’t know how to help.  We wept with them and offered cheese/peanut butter crackers from our backpacks.  The quetzals we tucked in their hands seemed so inadequate.  We prayed with them.  We hugged them - all the while wondering why, why, why? Why, God?    

No, it was not easy walking that afternoon in Panabaj.  Not just because of the rugged, messy terrain.  Or avoiding the lime sprinkled ground.  It was hard because I knew we were standing on the graves of fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, grandmas, grandpas.  I was alive and well.  They were not.  I could walk to an awaiting tuk-tuk, hop on a boat, cross the lake and return to my hotel in San Pedro.  My family was safe back in the States.  Theirs were gone.  I had a home.  They did not.  It seemed so unfair.

Sleep did not come easily that night.  Images of what I saw ran over and over in my mind like a bad movie – and I could not turn it off.   

One year later, we returned to Panabaj with Pastor Luis.  Relief agencies had come to the volcano, constructed make-shift homes for the displaced surviving residents and built some basic infrastructure.  Life was returning - to a new normal.  A temporary school was set up and children were once again learning.  Toddlers were playing with bright colored rubber balls.  Moms were cooking, finding wood, scrubbing their clothes in new community pillas (outdoor sinks), and noisily chatting.  Vegetation was peeking up through the soil once again.  But there were still those weeping over where their homes had once stood.  Markers of remembrance were set up so as not to forget. 

The horrific news of the recent mudslide in Washington, brought those images back to my mind causing my heart to sink - knowing the same pain, suffering and agony we had witnessed in Guatemala was being experienced here in the States.     

So, how do we deal with tragedies like this?   How do we go on?   How do we pick up the pieces and start over when life is torn apart?  

The only word I can offer is the Word.  Jesus.  He is our only hope and comfort.  He promised that He would not leave us nor forsake us.[1]  Even if we feel like He is not with us.  The Bible tells us that we will experience suffering in this world.[2]  And He offers peace in the midst of our suffering.[3]

That’s it.  So simple.  So difficult.  We must go to Him.  He is available for us.  He will heal the broken hearted.[4]   He is good – even in the midst of the mud – in the heartache – in the tragedy – in the unknown – in the rebuilding - He is there.  Trust.  Hope.[5]  Cling.  And maybe not today - but one day – we will see how all things will work together for our good.[6]



[1] Deuteronomy 31:6 (works spoken in the midst of an unknown journey)  Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.”

[2] John 16:33 You will have suffering in this world.

[3] John 14:27  Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.

[4] Psalm 147:3 He heals the broken hearted.

[5] Job 13:15  Though he slay me, yet will I hope in him; 

[6] Romans 8:28 And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.