My first prejudice. The first home we helped out at, it felt as if the homeowner just wanted to remodel, so he declared his back pantry area a disaster and we tore out cabinets, walls, and flooring. I had trouble seeing the damage. I thought, " why are we here?"
My next prejudice. I saw so much stuff out in the streets that could have been recycled or washed off with bleach and reused, that I found myself irritated, questioning peoples motives.
Then came my third prejudice. We were asked to wash the mud off some very nice collectibles out on their driveway. One of the other workers dropped a very elaborate and expensive vase. I was certain we would be harassed and scolded. The homeowners response, "don't even tell me what it was, I've lost so many things so far, what's one more! "
I needed to not harden my heart, but to work as unto The Lord, the material stuff was irrelevant, my job was to love the people, but could I ?
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