Saturday, 28 February 2009
So yes, sweaty, chilly, and also slightly sunburned (the lips again). When we debriefed after dinner, my team was asked to describe the day in one word. The response was instant and unanimous: “paint”. Lots of paint.
We spent the day at the Christian Alliance for Humanitarian Aid’s warehouse in Pearland. They are a disaster relief non-profit that keeps supplies ready to ship to anywhere in the world, for both natural disasters and poverty. We took about forty-five minutes to pack cans of beans and fruit cocktail into a ship’s container fitted out as a medical clinic, bound for Haiti in a short time. The rest of the day was spent painting the exterior of three other containers, making them prettier and more rust- and weather-proof. One of the containers had been a clinic in New Orleans, and was now being remodeled as a library for Africa. We talked about it as a group later – it wasn’t exactly what we had envisioned doing, and not really related to Ike relief – but still an impact on the world’s hurting and an act of Christian love.
Other brief notes – MREs (real ones) are very salty and supposedly the mexican-style corn should be avoided – my jeans and t-shirt, even after stain remover and washing, are now permanently paint-distressed – yeah, everything has sticky white paint on it: hands, clothes, faces, hair. Oh, and “Cranberries, Osmotic” are now the new favored snack.
It’s really wonderful to see God opening people up and letting them feel comfortable enough to ask the really important questions.
Tomorrow we are sheetrocking, I believe.
“As the deer pants for the water brooks, so pants my soul for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?” – Psalms 42:1-2