Tears

Most of the time this project has seemed very normal and almost ordinary in its scale. A series of small problems to be solved, like how many cars are needed and when do people arrive at the airport. Who do we need in which team and what needs do we have today. This has been true from the time that we announced it ten month ago.

There are times when I find myself in awe of it. I know the first time was when I saw the lady who had been living in the tent for two years. Another was when I listed for the Official Board the number of people and churches involved, and how much they had raised and done for this trip. I realized then that there was a power greater than ourselves at work. That my contribution was so small relative to the result that one could only be humbled.

Today as I stood in the circle with our team of nine youth and twelve adults,in our closing celebration and communion, I was struck by the reality and enormity of what is occurring. We are building a home for a family. We are doing it far from home with a collection of people and churches, with little or no connection, other than their faith (and not all of us share the same religious faith) and our determination to respond to human suffering as directly as we can.

I stood there and could see the finished deck and the wonder of what is occurring before me and I cried.

Peace,

Tony