I am in New Orleans right now, waiting for Megan to get out of the shower. Today we did the dirtiest, mundane, disgusting work, but I loved every minute of it. We spent the afternoon at the New Orleans Mission, a homeless shelter for men. Today and Saturday we are renovating it. We started out working in the bathroom. First we had to prime the walls around the urnals to be painted. DISGUSTING!! These walls were soaked with pee and we, girls that didn't really have a part of the mission, had to clean it up. Then we moves on to the floors. We had to crawl along the floors, scraping gray paint off the cement. Only to prime this too. Later we moved onto the backyard, tearing it apart in order to build a garden on Saturday. That backyad probably hadn't been touched since the hurricane, so I will leave it up to you to imagine.
Why, you might ask, did I do all this work? Why did I take a week off work without pay, pay 500 dollars for a plane ticket, and come down here to work for free? Because I love it. It is a way that I acn make a difference in Gods Kingdom. I can do this work back at home, but when I'm there, I feel like I have the wrong motives. Like I'm doing it for personal gratification, with the people that I know all around me. In New Orleans, the only person I know is megan...and we share this love of service.
(The previous part was written in New Orleans, but the following was written in Saginaw.)
When my hands are dirty, don't give me funny looks. When my clothes are covered in paint, don't ask me what I was doing. I was working. When I'm quiet, it's because I am thinking, reflecting. See, I am just a servent. I am a servent who is after Gods own heart, and if it takes scrubbing pee soaked walls to help me find it, then by golly, that is what i'm going to do.