Well it is Monday morning and we are all here and in one piece. The overnight bus ride wasn’t nearly as bad as promised and I think Tate and I both got a good few hours of sleep. We were making great time so we got to take a long break for breakfast at Crackerbarrel. Way better than my expected McDonalds.
After breakfast we drove to Franklin Avenue Baptist Church for church. We got there during the Sunday school hour and they way they do that is in about 8 areas of the sancutary they just group up and one person lectures each area. Basically there are 8 people teaching simulatneuosly - and we were seated right in the middle of them. Church started about an hour later and it was awesome. Huge choir, lots of yelling from the pulpit but exactly what I would want from a southern baptist church. I started to realize how tired I was when even though this was one of the highest energy level churches I have ever been in, I was slowly falling asleep.
It was also intresting just how much Katrina still factors into to everyday speech down here. The church is now in three locations (another one in Houston and a third in Atlanta?) since they were all scattered after the storm. The church in No LA has only been in their building for 4 months because there was 9 feet of water in the sanctuary. It is hard to fathom that this is reality for so many people.
Next we checked into the holtel (so nice) and went looking for lunch. We ended up at Mothers and I had the best oyster po-boy ever. If you are ever in New Orleans, go there! Then we showered and took a long needed nap.
Dinner was in the 16th floor ballroom. Because there are 300 of us we get to eat in the room that looks out on the whole city and I am sure has been the site for many a wedding. The food wasn’t bad either. Our go group ventured out to the french quarter after dinner to explore, grab a beer and chat.
So far it feels more like a vacation than a mission trip. I am sure that will change this morning when we tour the ninth ward where we will be working. We drove through parts of it on the way to church yesturday and it is amazing how every third or so house is still in total disrepair. Many houses still have the infamous X on the front with the body count displayed below. The reality that it has been 3 years and there is still so much to do is starting to sink in.
Well I am off to eat breakfast and get ready for the day. THanks for praying for us!