construction and instruction...

On Friday, I spent the morning getting a taste of what my summer will be like. My dad had to be at church for a mission conference, so he left me in charge of two teams working on a house. I had to manage several projects including: grouting the master bathroom and painting it, putting up the bead board on the ceiling of the front porch, installing the fold-out stairs to the attic, cutting the backer board for all of the counter tops,  putting up trim around the living room...there was more but it got adjusted for time and abilities.

This is what I love. I always feel weird saying that, but it's true. You can know everything there is to know about scripture, but it means nothing if you don't do something about it. This ministry is that action to me. This is showing love and grace to people who see very little of it in their community.

As much as I love the construction aspect of it, my favorite part of it is talking to the people involved. The volunteers are there for a reason, the families we are working for are the heart and souls of this ministry, and the neighbors who walk past the homes we work on see us and ask what it's all about.

I'm going to seminary for something God is already allowing me to do.
Is that ridiculous? Sometimes it seems like it is. I'm taking three years off of doing ministry to learn how to do ministry?!