Hearts Like Lions

We are on our third day working the damage sites and I have the honor of being the chief cook and bottle washer for our group. In the mornings, our crew shuffles in to the kitchen, bedraggled, tired and sore from the day before and yet coming to greet the day with hearts like lions. Their bodies don't always cooperate but they push anyway... shoulders against the enormous weight of desperation and negativity that was thrust upon New Orleans. They work tirelessly to restore in some small way the dignity and hope of a people that were laid bare by the devestation of Nature's wrath and man's ignorance. There are some among us who are not Christian per se but they still do the work of God in this world. They soften their hearts to give succor to those of us who become raw from the emotional side of this thing we are doing, they go into swarming insects and other vermine and tear out rotten boards and walls to make destroyed houses into homes again. People's belongings that are found are treated with the utmost respect... almost reverance and it is evident that our lion soldiers have hearts as big as the sky. It is , I think, this humanity... this "humaneness" that the world could use alot more of. Think about how wonderful the world would be if everyone treated each other with the kindness that is shown here every day in ways both large and small; visible and invisible. To anyone who has been here, or that may come here and to those who pray for this place, remember that you shine; lion hearts, kind, loving souls... you shine. Annie