Tuesday 9 a.m.- Two more guys from Willow Creek moved into our bunkhouse last night, Jim and Todd. We've gone from having 4 guys on Sunday to 6 to 8.
A different group of five is going to the house that we worked in yesterday. The rest of us have some kind of mystery project. We'll have to see what happens there.
All in all, the work has been tough but the crew is good and the time here has been worth it. Three work days are left to go. I do look forward to getting home so I don't have to wait on line for the bathroom anymore!
I thought I would actually be tanner by now!
Nothing like hearing Creedence Clearwater Revival play Born on the Bayou when you're deep in Mississippi and Louisiana!
Tuesday 6:30 p.m.- This day has been hard to describe. One thing I can say for sure, it's never boring. Our assignment was to travel to this church in Waveland and take down a pair of tents that Camp Coastal was going to use to house volunteers. And these were army-style tents, really big. It took us an hour to get the first one down and we had just started to get the second down. All of a sudden, the bishop of the church comes outside. He and Jill had apparently been talking earlier. He asked in a friendly manner why we were taking the tents down. So we stopped and explained we were asked to. He said he was going to make a few phone calls. We wondered what we were going to do. So we prayed. About 3 or 4 minutes into the prayer, this truck pulls up and a woman named Joann wearing a shirt from some Christian organization in Roanoke steps out and begins pacing towards us. She explained the tents were for volunteers to sleep in and we were on private property. She also explained a guy named Joe Williams owned the tents and we had no authority to take them down. We asked if they were using them why they were empty. The bishop said the volunteers put their stuff in the main building in the daytime and bring it out at night. Makes sense doesn't it? So Joann explained the tents had been removed before and she needed them. She wasn't mad at us but at the situation. Except she repeated that last line four or five times. By the third time, I was getting skeptical. So she stepped away for a bit and we resumed praying. Two minutes in, Allison and Gene came in. Gene and Joann argued over who controlled the tents and whether they were being used. This was all about politics, power, and the right hand not talking to the left. When Allison and Gene got into the van, she walked up to them and threatened to call the police if we tried to leave. We hightailed it out of there. The most I know right now is the tents are now going to Camp Coastal.
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