They were dropped off and the mayhem began. There was a brief meltdown until we found our path again. We were all tired and hot. This added to the pot. Some gumbo or jumbo was a stirrin. Many felt a little confused by the tour and perhaps it pushed the proverbial envelop. I can become a target when that happens, which is fine, I have been there and done that and know what to do. We got them moving and they did some shopping in the square. We met back at the hotel to get ready for mass worship in the evening.
We opted to get a cab to the dome that night as everyone was exhausted and crabby. With my wheelchair, I can get 10 of us in right away. The kids think it is cool that I get them places even if it is unintentional. Right now we are using what we can. My group headed to the main floor as soon as we got in and 10 of us guarded seats with our lives! We might have had an altercation if anyone had tried to get our seats. FINALLY our group made their way to the floor where we worshiped, praised, and bonded with Christ and on another. I had tears. You should see them. They do the conga line. They do the actions to the songs. They sway together. They listen. They sigh. They grow. The seeds that were planted are growing and they are more beautiful than any that I have ever seen.
Devos that night were awesome. God is here. Christ is here. We debriefed about the Katrina tour and talked about mass gathering. They were in a very cool place that night and it was another pearl for our string.
Love, Peace, Prayers--Jesus, Justice, and Jazz,
Sheila

