Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Since this was to be our last day working in Calvin's house, we were on a quest to find a relic; at the house, on our free time, wherever. And our relic needed to tell a story; preferably a story that speaks to our life and purpose.
Around 8:30 we ended up in the Algiers cemetery reading headstones and contemplating the tale of our own mortality's. Grave thoughts. We found several common denominators in the graveyard: religious symbols, stone, Cajun names and - the dash.
The dash is the small line between one birth and death dates; it represents our life. How long is our line? How strong is our line? What give our line purpose? How can we direct our lines to be the line that will make a difference, make the world a better place and provide impudence for other to pen stories about? Not every outcome could be covered but the beginning is all the same...a life devoted to Christ.
Jesus said "truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit. 25 "He who loves his life loses it, and he who hates his life in this world will keep it to life eternal."
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
This old house is approximately 4000 square feet, two story, 15 foot ceilings, 3 kitchens corner lot and four 40 foot Corinthian columns on its extra large NOLA style porch.
Calvin, the current owner tells me the story. After it was originally built, a back part was added to the original 3000 square feet to accommodate the families slaves. The house was probably the first in the area and besides affording a house, the land took up most of a city block. Soon the extra land was parceled out to other home builders and the adjacent plot became a community hall. Some time before the 1950s the house was divided into three apartments and rented out. Years later the city acquired the house and turned it into a day care center next to its other building. Calvin acquired the house in '04 and he, his wife and two sons moved in. The property next door passed hands as well and was on its way to becoming apartments when Katrina hit.
After Katrina unleashed its fury. The house sat in a foot of water, a huge pecan tree ripped open the roof and massive mildew began multiplying.
Months later a small white FEMA trailer was moved in front of the house. Calvin had been working for Shell Oil in Lafayette, his wife and younger son moved to Houston and his oldest son moved to Milwaukee. Only Calvin and his wife returned.
Fast forward three years. Some of the furniture had been moved out but by and large nothing major had been done with the house. And to make matters worse, his wife lost her voice. Most likely to either complications from living in a FEMA trailer for three years or a fungal infestation from the mold. This truly is a big house and since virtually nothing had been done in three years, this was also truly the big easy.
Enter Wonder Voyage and St. Nic's Episcopal.
This week we are going to do our best to demo the entire inside of the house and show them our 'love as justice'. Until then, they need our prayers and encouragement. Jesus asked the man at the pool Bethsda if he wanted to be healed, the man didn't say a thing but picked up his mat and he was healed. Today was asked Calvin if we could him rebuild, he opened his door. To be continued...