Today was our last day in New Orleans. As I think back on this past week, our group was so blessed to have had this experience, and even more blessed to experience it together. Whether it was tearing down a wall or praying with a stranger, I was truly able to see Christ in ways I never have before. After such a long week, we were all ready for a day of fellowship. After prayer and breakfast, we headed over to the “9th ward” (this is the poorest part of the city, directly located behind the broken levies). I could never have prepared for what I saw. A house sitting in the middle of the street. Cars stacked on top of each other. I sat in silence, lacking words or even breath to speak about what my eyes were witnessing. As we drove away, I turned to look one more time at the disaster stricken town. I cannot even think of the words to describe that panoramic view of a complete wasteland. Nonetheless, in order to pick up our spirits and continue our day, we sang hymns and headed over to make a few more tourist visits, briefly stopping at the French Quarter and St. Mark’s Coptic Orthodox Church to see the damage done. To finish off the day, we went to Chili’s to watch the Redskins game (we’re trying to cope with the loss). We are about to start packing and then spend some more time together. Yes, I am exhausted (mentally even more than physically) and yes, I am ready to come home. Nonetheless, a part of my heart will stay here with Mr. Walker, with Mo, and with the city of New Orleans.

Filed under: Katrina Relief 1-8-06