drinkerthinker

An artifact from the box.

For ten years I went on summer trips with my church to Booneville, Kentucky. The trips were very similar to Habitat for Humanity; we built porches, roofed homes, painted buildings. I stopped going on the trip when it became more about summer crushes and silly gossip than about working together in Christian fellowship. This is an excerpt from the journal I kept that summer.

Wednesday, July 2nd

Calloway and Mary [the couple with whom we were working] sang us two songs while Mary played the guitar after closing prayer at the worksite. When they lead us in prayer, it is so amazing. I get tingling and goosebumps. These are truly God fearing but God loving people. I feel blessed to be able to work with them.

Tomorrow they want to make us fried catfish, fried chicken, and corn bread for lunch.

Thursday, July 3rd

Fried catfish tastes just like fried chicken. We also had baked beans, corn bread, hush puppies, and cole slaw. The Bishops were up since 6AM cooking for us.

These people who couldn't afford to finish their own home fed fifteen people they had only known for two days. If that isn't fellowship, I can't tell you what is.