I was assigned to hanging sheetrock with Keith and Cody and a multitude of brothers and sisters from other churches. I was glad for the opportunity to practice something I hadn't done much of, and so to learn some new things. Keith fortunately was familiar with the science of hanging sheetrock, having done it for a living for a while, though commercially rather than residentially. The shotgun house we were remodeling may have been 600 square feet. We didn't meet the homeowner, but others who did said she was staying in an apartment and working, and eagerly awaiting the day when her 13 grandkids could come stay with her again in her house. There was a sleeping loft for them in the room where my group was working, which probably was a carport before. The house was charmingly minimalistic to me, but some were of the opinion that it should have been razed. Many whom we were with were inexperienced with manual labor and unaccustomed to the heat, which set the work at a rather leisurely pace. Keith was aggressive about his work and I could tell this frustrated him somewhat. It crossed my mind, purely as an observation and with no malice attached, that some people really can serve better by staying at home and donating money. Money, however, is such an impersonal and easily abused solution. At the end of the week, no one would have mistaken my work for professional either; it was done by amateurs for free. It was a beautiful thing to see children of God gathering from far away because they'd been shown a need, and given an opportunity to share a burden and love our neighbors, as Jesus commands.