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Friday, March 31, 2006

So here is the dramatic end of my spring break week of mission work fun.

Want to know the end before I get to it?

We left the worksite in frustration.

No joke! Ok, here's the skinny, as the homies say. (Yes, I know that was an fase reference. Homies would never say that, or their boys would be checkin' on 'em for a looooong time, son.)

Alright. Well, after my last entry, the workdays went slightly odd. Wednesday we did yardwork. I'm serious, yardwork for church members, which I can tell you is pretty hard to do when you've looked at people who are sleeping under a bridge.
What they did was to take us to these church member's homes and do "beautification projects" where we mowed the lawns and trimmed branches and stuff. At first, it didn't seem like a bad thing, because the woman that we were doing this for was in a wheelchair and couldn't do the work herself. No big deal.
the second house of the day, though, was for people who's lawn had been named Yard of the Year in Biloxi for like, 4 years running.
Now, I don't want to sound ungrateful. The church was putting us up and feeding us, but come on. The whole time we were mowing this lawn or moving branches, or spreading mulch, we were talking to each other. Is this what we were here for? Did God want us cleaning these people's yard? Wasn't there someplace else we could do more good?

Well, in most cases, the moral to the story ends up something about how the group prayed about it and decided that there was some lesson about life to be learned in the simple service of doing the work.

The only thing was... it wasn't like that. We prayed about it, yes, but the message really was that we could be doing much, much more.

So, the next day rolls around on our frustrated little group of missionary adventurers. We had secured a job where we were supposed to demolish the ceiling on some woman's house because it had been damaged in the floods. Sounded pretty cool to us, so in the morning we loaded up into this guys truck and headed off.
We got in the truck.
And drove.
Across the parking lot to the toolshed.
Where the guy goes "Okay, go get all the tools we'll need!"
We're pumped!
We jump out of the truck.
Rush to the toolshed.
Grab all the tools we'll need. Crowbars, hammers, etc.
We run back outside.
And...
He's gone.
Truck and all! The dude TOOK OFF while we were in the shed, and so we waited for him to come back. We waited for an hour and a half. No kidding.
When he finally gets back, he parks the truck and goes into the building without saying a WORD to us. Minutes later, a different guy comes out with papers in his hand yelling "I got us some JOBS! Come on!"
"Wait," I said, "what about the ceiling job?"
"Oh, that got cancelled!" He happily replied.

Dang, kids. I'm tired. My birthday was yesterday, so I'm going to go to sleep and finish this sad sordid tale tomorrow. Have a great night!

TimChose [ 12:47 PM ]