
It’s 8:00pm, local time, and we leave Hope City at 3:00 am. This has been a remarkable week.
We spent time after supper sharing one word that described our feelings at that moment. Satisfied, contented, uplifted, juiced-up, peace, challenged–these were all words that were shared. We’re glad that we have had a great time getting to know each other. We wonder how long this change will last.
Some of already are in bed. Others are getting silly, the silliness that comes from having been away. Still others are playing a game called “stun”, a word which one of us cannot remember.
Great cinnamon rolls. A person who had worked with cement for all of 2 hours teaching another person what to do. A woman who had only ever done a tiny bit of drywall wanting to build a garage and learning that Porter-Cable is the right drill to buy.
What else can we say? We had communion tonight after talking about our one word and spent some time thinking about Jesus’ last one word: finished. Because He finished His work, we don’t have to prove anything. Instead, a group of very different people, some retired, some unemployed, some taking vacation, some taking time without pay, none professional craftspeople, all very human…this group of people can make a difference in lives.
And we know that as the last four of us trickle out of this room tonight, that this week apart is over. Tomorrow we are on our way back to our lives at home.
And we are, to be honest, very glad. We love these people, but we will be thrilled to see our families again. (and if I could fly, I would be there in five minutes).
But I have been changed–a little–this week. It had little to do with seeing the devastation, though that continues to be terrible. It had everything to do with thinking about spiritual responsibility, about needing to be the spiritual adult….and finding that the prayer of many people made that possible.
Thanks to very many people for praying for us, for encouraging through emails and texts, for giving up family members and friends for this week.
And pray for us on the way home tomorrow. Because tomorrow starts way too soon.
P.S. Is it true that Ed isn’t allowed to eat Snickers?
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