After Hurricane Katrina hit Louisiana, I traveled with several church members to help a congregation near Lake Pontchartrain. As we drew close to ground zero, our van joined long lines of other trucks and vans carrying supplies and aid. The huge orange electrical trucks rolling into this area of devastation spanned the highway from horizon to horizon and brought tears to my eyes and a lump in my throat.
I cherished that privilege of bringing love to the wound and wounded of Louisiana. The people there were hurting and the people from everywhere else were gathering around them. They were so grateful. We were all grateful. I had never been a part of something so beautiful in all of my life.
We worked hard for a week or so, but our hands could only do so much. It was our hearts that were making the difference. When people know how much they are loved, it helps them heal, go on and love others. I don’t have to wait for a hurricane or a reason to love. I need to love and be loved, to gather together and love.
And let us not neglect our meeting together, as some people do, but encourage one another, especially now that the day of his return is drawing near. Hebrews 10:25
Meeting God at the Park 