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here are some of my thoughts on my trip to south padre…
i am constantly amazed and humbled by the generosity of north point. to receive the kind of money we did for this trip by just putting out a bowl…after we had already taken our regular offering…crazy!
i have never worked in humidity like i experienced in south padre. yuck.
we knew we were going to help a lady whose house was damaged. we didn’t realize the amount of mess and damage we were going to see.
there is no question that if the health department would have arrived before we did, they would have condemned the house.
in a perfect world, her house should have been totaled by the insurance company and a new one put up. in a perfect world, she would have had insurance.
in a perfect world she wouldn’t have had to stop paying for insurance so she could pay for her prescriptions. in a perfect world, everybody gets healed.
i’m tired of hearing the health and wealth gospel that preachers spew these days. it’s not in the bible i read. it’s not in the world i live in.
i will never forget the smell from inside the house.
we had a small, but tireless team. becky, dale, andrew, angela, vova, and joel were incredible.
speaking of joel, his brothers and a friend came for a day and rolled the new roof on. couldn’t have done it without them.
here’s a secret: joel uses hawaiian tropic lotion to get that bronze, latino hunk look. pretty disappointing for him…
caroline, the lady who owned the house, sat in her wheelchair each day and watched us cart out 40 years of her life that was destroyed by the hurricane. she smiled and nodded with appreciation for our work, but there’s no way we could understand what she was really feeling.
i hope her church family reaches out to her in her pain.
the gap between the rich and the poor will always be there. it will always stink, too.
i’m grateful for the hospitality of george and joan shelley. they opened their home for us to stay and made us feel like it was our own. i’m really grateful the electricity finally came on after a few days…
i’m also grateful for the way that np cared for wanda while i was gone. that was the second surgery of hers i’ve missed because i was on a trip. thanks for the concern, food and prayers given her…and chris, also.
i hate admitting this, but i’m starting feel a little older. i’m still really tired today. sheesh…
here’s a couple of pics from the trip. the first is a look at the house and the pile of trash, soaked insulation, and crumbled dry wall that we just heaped out on the sidewalk for the hurricane clean up teams to pick up. the second is a picture of caroline, in her wheelchair, in the kitchen where she sat each day. say a prayer for her today, would you?
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