Changing the World, One Neighborhood at a Time.

I just got back yesterday from southern Indiana where a nasty torndo hit not to long ago. The mess was awful. House blown right off their foundations, trees uprooted and random things caught in trees. We spent the morning at a cemetary. The grave yard its self was untouched, but the forrest round it was destroyed. You should know that pulling metal barn siding out of fallen tree branches is not as easy as it sounds. I recieved a very nice, very deep souvenir from one such peice. In the afternoon, we went to a house that belonged to an older lady named Sandy. Her barn was completly gone and her house was damaged but still standing. We helped her go through her saved things and decide what would still be useful to her. One of the men with us is named Trevor. He became our brother in Christ saterday and was babtised in the creek. It was an amazing day and everyone was overjoyed to welcome him into our family. This weekend was one small step towards changing the world.