After morning devotions, we had a grand breakfast--"fit for kings and queens," some of us
commented. A 30-minute bus ride took us to the colonia where we would be building the house. In
dry, dusty fields a small collection of shacks and slightly sturdier structures huddle together,
bracing against the desert winds. The only vegetation is scrub brush; debris and rusting car
frames are everywhere.
A perfect slab of cement awaited a structure to rest atop it, and in a few minutes--after meeting
the family that will occupy the house in just a few days--we were at work.
One group built the roof frame in a field across the road. Another assembled the walls. Before
lunch, we had raised all walls and put on siding.
Lunch brought a welcome rest. Afterwards, we brought the roof frames over and placed them on top
of the walls. About this time, a group of kids assembled for crafts, puppets, songs, Polaroid
photographs (their favorite item), and Easter-related coloring pages and stories.
The roofing went quickly. In fact, we sensed God's timing as the last nails were pounded into the
roofing just as the fiercest, dustiest winds kicked up. Needless to
say, the bus ride home saw a
Now we're off to dinner at a restaurant just down the street from the hotel. Tomorrow we'll return
to the site and finish the job. That will be a great feeling--for us, and the new