Now we come to the reason for this entire post. The thing that blew me away in terms of community. Otto sent out the word that we were in need of four or five people from each church to come help with the pour. When all was said and done he had to turn away volunteers. More people than were necessary wanted to help with this grueling and incredibly long day of hard, manual labor. We passed full buckets of concrete for eight hours with not even a break to wipe the sweat from our eyes. It was constant swinging of heavy metal buckets filled with grey slop.
It was such a joy to work alongside this stable and endearing community. Just because my ability to communicate was almost non-existent didn't mean that I didn't talk about superheros for an hour with two of the boys, Ulysses and Antonio. That also didn't stop them from buying me icecream.
I was blessed to witness this type of community firsthand. Maybe it does exist where I live. Maybe it doesn't. I know that I am far to selfish to help my church when there is a need. Often I make excuses - "Oh, it's an inconvenience to me." "I don't really want to be around church people." - The list goes on and on. Yet, here is a community where they feel privileged to be able to serve their brothers and sisters. This is an example worth treasuring and reflecting upon.