Showing posts with label hurricane. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hurricane. Show all posts

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Hephezibah Baptist Church | Portland, Jamaica

Hephezibah Baptist Church one of the oldest buildings in the communities of Islington, Black rock and Castle has been the pillar of the community since 1949. The structure built of cut stones hewn from the neighborhood and as far away as terrains such as Happy Hill, Commodore and as close as Castle Comfort  Errol Flynn property in Boston Jamaica .

The Church was built through the generosity of the community laboriously sacrificed it members and a well served community. In the early fifties Hephezibah Baptist Church was the place that housed people that suffered the 1951 Storm and the 1954 storm. Today after many Storms Hephezibah Baptist Church has suffered her most serious setback and need your help.


Hephezibah Baptist Church August 2011
My childhood church Hephezibah Baptist Church in Priestmans River Portland need your help, Hurricane Sandy removed its roof. This is a Picture of the Church in August 2011 on my last visit, the picture below represents what it look like today.



Hephezibah Baptist Church after Hurricane Sandy.


Whenever Jamaican Baptists talk about their early beginnings two significant points in history come to mind: 1783 and 1849. It was in 1783 that the first Baptist missionary arrived, a freed black slave from the USA and an ordained minister. In 1849 the Jamaica Baptist Union was founded. By that time, Baptist work was well established in the country with congregations in almost every parish and an enviable testimony of having played a leading role in the abolition of slavery (in 1834). 

Three of Jamaica's national heroes were Baptists George William Gordon, Paul Bogle and Nanny the denomination was in the forefront of addressing the educational, economic and social needs of the emancipated people. Baptist work benefited from a partnership with the Baptist Missionary Society (UK) which dispatched its first missionary to the country in 1814 and was instrumental in establishing, in 1842, the Jamaica Baptist Missionary Society, an agency to take the gospel to Africa. 

The Jamaica Baptist Union is very firm in terms of its autonomy with regard to missionary partners. As early as 1842 it declared its financial independence from the Baptist Missionary Society. The JBU itself has a history of sending out missionaries to various islands of the Caribbean and to Africa.


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Friday, November 9, 2012

Hurricane Sandy! Eight Days in the Dark

Light was a big relief, at some point along the way as I come home to darkness every day, I wonder if I would have electricity ever again. On Sunday on my way from work I drive through communities that showed steady progress, light was on where there were none the day before. My feeling of anticipation grew tonight as I get closer home, will this be the night for me? will have electric light tonight?. The indication of weather I have light would come soon as I make the left on the main cross street to my house.

Power lines downed by branches
There are 2 traffic lights before my block after I make the left, the first one had lights all through the aftermath of the storm the second, if the second light continues to be out then I would remain without light for the eight straight day and night. The cold and frustration were now seeping into my consciousness and and deep in my bones. As I made the left at first I avoided looking immediately at the light, I did not want to let go of the good feeling for those communities I passed that now had light. I imagined the feeling of those parents no longer seem to be failures to their children and those who depend on them they were now heroes of course at some point I had to really look at the light and when I did, I suddenly felt cold, I felt every energy drain from my body, my anticipation was shattered and disappointment engulf me, another night in the cold and dark. In the darkness of my room I asked, will I ever see light again. Placed on the passenger seat beside me was the headlamp I have been using for the past days. 

Huge Tree uprooted by hurricane Sandy.