I've returned from a trip to New Orleans to work on the completion of a house for a family who lost their home in Katrina 4 years ago. I traveled and worked with a group of 8 people, 4 men and 4 women. Thankfully, several of our group were experienced and talented at building and remodeling homes.
We traveled over the Halloween weekend, when New Orleans is alive with celebration. The contrast of seeing people reveling in the streets as others live in trailers not far away, waiting for their homes to be rebuilt after the loss of everything, is astonishing. For those who survived the storm, to be alive means that not everything has been lost.
Our group stayed at the North Rampart Community Center on the edge of the French Quarter, next to St. Mark's United Methodist Church. We traveled to the home on which we worked each morning and worked through the day. We were fortunate to have arrived at the home after months of work by other volunteers, and the place was ready to be painted. In the middle of the week the family arrived to walk through the nearly finished house.
I was privileged to be present for the outpouring of gratitude from the woman and man whose home was being rebuilt. I knew I did not deserve the thanks and praise, but by the grace of God, I was one of those who was gifted to receive the thanks and praise.
Sometimes the gift is simply to observe the gift being given.
Warmly,
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