September 10, 2011
A week ago, folks began building a home, not a house, but a home. Houses are structures which may or may not house a person or a family. Houses are lifeless without personalities. Much of that goes into their construction was once alive, but now is dead. Wood once a tree, copper once mingled in earth, steel that once was ore, is anything but alive. A home though is flowing with life. The death of trees, the ripping of ore from mother earth is transformed and allows life where once were ashes. In the construction of a home, people laugh and hug, hammer thumbs, and tell stories. In the construction of a home there is a sense of sacrament; whether it is the death of trees or the black and blue swollen thumb, there is little doubt, life has been given so life might be lived. Today begins the last week of building a home. Come join in life as you are able!
Helping to build this home was a very moving experience for me. An expression of my faith that I will never forget. May God continue to bless you all.
Thank you for hanging with us and helping make a difference in our community! Your time here was not only an experience for you, but also for me! Be well my sister!