Well, it's 11:16pm, Friday night. We are done. From a leadership standpoint, this trip has been a complete success. You might ask, how might you define success with this? It's easy. We got a chance to see God's hand in this area, working steadily through this organization, as well as others.
First off, I want to mention how glad I am that we came here to Mississippi, rather than New Orleans. I know that both areas were hit hard, but it seems like this area is still so far off from normality, this was confirmed in out touring around New Orleans this afternoon and evening.
When we first arrived here, we had no idea about what kind of work we would be doing, or how it would all work out, I envisioned myself framing up walls, putting up trusses - all the things I used to do in my old job. As it turns out, I was quite wrong. There is a man here, Skip, you have probably read about him already. I had the privilege of spending a large portion of my time with him finding work, and then more work for the crew. This man coordinates the work that needs to be done in this whole area. He receives work requests from St. Ann's and goes through them deciding who gets work done, he then goes and visits each job and verifies the work. He goes to about 5-6 jobs per day. This man has given up the last 1.5 years of his life to serving the people of his own community. He told me that a friend of his, Laurence, had his house started at the same time (last October). As you have read, Skip still has not yet moved in, nor does he think he will move in until late summer, or early fall. Laurence however moved in two months ago. Skip is giving all his time a resources to help his friends in need.
Skip is an inspiration to us all.
I want to also take this time to reflect on this team. I am so very grateful to everyone who has made the commitment to being here, it has truly been amazing working this these fine men and women. This team has completed roughly 9-10 tasks that were given, and not just to satisfactory standards - but to the highest they could provide. Skip and others have been so very impressed with this team with their determination, quality, punctuality, and love of service.
We talked the other night about that this trip was not actually stepping out of our comfort zones, that we took our Christian bubble down with us. A couple members of the team spoke up and said that stepping out of our comfort zone will be doing the same things we are doing in our own back yards.
Think about that for a minute.
We work and live in this backyard... why should we volunteer our time, talents, and treasure? because the Lord has commanded us to serve Himself through serving others.
Jesus says, "For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, 36I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.'" (Matthew 25:35).
I have seen the people on this team grow in their relationships - with God, with their families, with each other, with myself, and with complete strangers. This experience has been just so very rewarding for myself, to watch this stuff happen, to watch the smiles and the bright-eyes (or not so bright-eyes in the morning ...), makes me feel so proud of this team.
I am going to miss our talks, our studies, and our walks.
I will especially miss not driving around with Skip.
Thanks team for giving me what you gave.
I must apologize if this seems a tad random, I have a tendency to ramble. But you must understand, it is now 11:47pm, and our alarms are set for 3:30am.
My brain is a little frazzled.
Thanks to all of you who have been keeping us in your prayers - we felt them.
Thanks to Carl for keeping this blog.
Thanks to all of you for reading and responding to this blog, your encouragements we greatly appreciated.
Thanks to the congregation of Living Hope for supporting PHC with a great offering.
Thanks to the congregation of Living Hope for supporting our team.
The list could go on. But I'll stop.
"boss man" Adam.
(ps. that's what Janet called me.)