Make a Difference Day was this past Saturday which was a mission work day on several houses in the rural Alabama area. A group of volunteers from our church sponsored work on one of the houses and everyone was blessed to be around and help a family in Hurtsboro. According to Alabama Rural Ministries:
In all, you worked on five homes and one group helped with renovations at a site where we house work teams. You were spread out from Hurstsboro into Loachopoka. We had 55 people working for a total of 275 work hours. Pretty incredible.
Pretty incredible indeed. For most of us, we did what we do best. I tried to document the day through images, Josh opened his ears and intently listened to the Randolph’s life (while his son entertained), and Andi and a bunch of volunteers labored. To read more details about the day, please jump over to Andi’s blog see her post, Make a Difference Day. I tried to just pick one image that would tell the story but could only narrow it down to three images (see my previous rant called How to Tell a Story with a Series of Photos or Make Conclusions with a Snapshot. Which one is your favorite? Which one tells the story the best?
To see the entire shoot, go to the Make a Difference Day gallery.
After we left on Saturday questions started flooding my mind, especially with the title for the day. Did we “make a difference”?, but it was more than that. What did the Randolph’s who owned this house think about this bunch of white people (I say that as a matter of fact, yes, we are white) that invaded their home, dirtied up their house, showed up with tools from Home Depot that cost more than their car and watched a guy holding a camera the size of a bazooka snapping shots all over the place (I couldn’t imagine someone coming into my house and just shooting at will).
Was Christ represented, did His light show through us, and did we, through our Lord, make a difference in the Randolph’s life? Did we judge them for how they live because they appear to live a different life than most of us here in Auburn?
Part of the problem and the flaw in my thinking is how I looked at the house, and the family members it represented, and that was from an earthly perspective. What we here in this country hold dear, the material items, what can we buy to make our lives better, will fade away some day, and we will be left with the same soul we came into this world with and nothing else. The Randolph’s were gracious, kind, and happy to be living in a quiet peaceful area of Alabama, with almost none of the things us city folks expect as part of our standard of living, and I thank them for blessing me on Saturday by inviting me into their home.
Let me know which image you think represents the day the best. Perhaps none of them, but I really think the first image needs a caption in the comments… “ever get the feeling you are surrounded”.