In our conversation on Thursday evening, my son said that the excavation and foundation for the new church was complete, and all available hands would be assemblling for construction at 7:00 on Saturday morning. My reply was "Great. I'll help." I knew most of the parishoners and the pastor, and it would be great to see them again.
There were at least two large bags filled with empty bottles and cans that were found in the overgrowth of weeds, wild vines, and scruffy shrubs.
The building crew worked under capable supervision of one of the church members who earns his living as a contractor/builder. Everyone stopped to watch the first wall go up at 1:10pm.
This is the real New England; it's people working together, building community. There were breaks for coffee and lunch, with baked goods and sandwiches of all kinds. The caring and love was evident in the preparation of the food to nourish the crew. The pride radiated as the walls came together.
I'm really happy for these folks, who've been without a church "home", and I'm looking forward to attending mass there on one of my next visits.
And I slept so well that night!
(More to come...)