{"id":10367,"date":"2011-03-17T11:18:00","date_gmt":"2011-03-17T16:18:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/todayslegacy.wordpress.com\/2011\/03\/17\/so-much-bigger-and-closer"},"modified":"2011-03-17T11:18:00","modified_gmt":"2011-03-17T16:18:00","slug":"so-much-bigger-and-closer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/todayslegacy.net\/index.php\/2011\/03\/17\/so-much-bigger-and-closer\/","title":{"rendered":"So Much Bigger and Closer"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Sometimes a walk down memory lane is filled with beautiful, white-picket fenced  pictures. Other times lessons learned come to mind. And sometimes  there&#8217;s those &#8216;remember <span class=\"blsp-spelling-error\" id=\"SPELLING_ERROR_0\">when&#8217;s<\/span> that create a solemn and quiet moment in your heart.<\/p>\n<p>I recently set up my old college computer to provide a space of childhood computer game playing. Funny to introduce the kindergartner I watch to <span class=\"blsp-spelling-error\" id=\"SPELLING_ERROR_1\">packman<\/span> &#8211; as if <span class=\"blsp-spelling-error\" id=\"SPELLING_ERROR_2\">packman<\/span>  is something historic of the past. When booting up the old junker,  curiosity led me to the old picture files. Funny to laugh through silly  worship band pictures. But one file brought back a whole world of  thoughts. It&#8217;s title? New Orleans Mission Trip 2006.<\/p>\n<p>We come to  crossroads in our life. The road to heroism and the road to normalcy.   And sometimes the two interchange and weave amongst each other. But  every once in a while on down the road there comes a hill. And after the  hill&#8217;s climb you begin to see more values: greater value in rest,  greater value in good hiking shoes, greater value in water, and even a  greater value in life. And then all at once the horizon hits you from  the top of that hill.<\/p>\n<p>New Orleans brought back that feeling. The old war-zone looking pictures of displaced houses, demolished neighborhoods, and the eerie quiet that filled the air. No birds. No crickets. Nothing.<br \/><a href=\"http:\/\/todayslegacy.files.wordpress.com\/2011\/03\/new2borleans2b20062b180.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" border=\"0\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585094161735684258\" src=\"http:\/\/todayslegacy.files.wordpress.com\/2011\/03\/20e9a-new2borleans2b20062b180.jpg?w=300\" \/><\/a><br \/>Work  abounded on the trip. Filled with gutting flooded houses, stripping  down walls and bleaching studs. All in the efforts to rebuild. All in  the efforts to start again. In most cases we didn&#8217;t meet the neighbors &#8211;  those that were coming back for the wreckage. We just did our work. Did  our part. Tried to leave behind a foundation that someone else could  value again.<\/p>\n<p>The images. The feelings. The poor world feeling so  much bigger and yet so much closer than before. It all came flooding  back as I flipped through the pictures, my mind adding a few not  captured on film.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/todayslegacy.files.wordpress.com\/2011\/03\/new2borleans2b20062b048.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" border=\"0\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585094149028284066\" src=\"http:\/\/todayslegacy.files.wordpress.com\/2011\/03\/6d120-new2borleans2b20062b048.jpg?w=225\" \/><\/a>inside<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/todayslegacy.files.wordpress.com\/2011\/03\/new2borleans2b20062b241.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" border=\"0\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585095919249255442\" src=\"http:\/\/todayslegacy.files.wordpress.com\/2011\/03\/3a403-new2borleans2b20062b241.jpg?w=300\" \/><\/a><br \/>clean-up begins<\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/todayslegacy.files.wordpress.com\/2011\/03\/new2borleans2b20062b217.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" border=\"0\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585094171451079138\" src=\"http:\/\/todayslegacy.files.wordpress.com\/2011\/03\/e10b5-new2borleans2b20062b217.jpg?w=225\" \/><\/a><br \/>tearing down walls<\/div>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/todayslegacy.files.wordpress.com\/2011\/03\/new2borleans2b20062b227.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" border=\"0\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585095908938629106\" src=\"http:\/\/todayslegacy.files.wordpress.com\/2011\/03\/fb8ff-new2borleans2b20062b227.jpg?w=225\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\">removing glass from <span class=\"blsp-spelling-corrected\" id=\"SPELLING_ERROR_3\">windowsill<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/todayslegacy.files.wordpress.com\/2011\/03\/new2borleans2b20062b006.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" border=\"0\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585094145923188514\" src=\"http:\/\/todayslegacy.files.wordpress.com\/2011\/03\/b5d36-new2borleans2b20062b006.jpg?w=300\" \/><\/a><br \/>pressure washing\/bleaching molded studs<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/todayslegacy.files.wordpress.com\/2011\/03\/new2borleans2b20062b070.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" border=\"0\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585094156483367362\" src=\"http:\/\/todayslegacy.files.wordpress.com\/2011\/03\/25606-new2borleans2b20062b070.jpg?w=225\" \/><\/a><br \/>searching for valuables<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/todayslegacy.files.wordpress.com\/2011\/03\/new2borleans2b20062b269.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" border=\"0\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585095922716503250\" src=\"http:\/\/todayslegacy.files.wordpress.com\/2011\/03\/c4907-new2borleans2b20062b269.jpg?w=300\" \/><\/a>the final product &#8211; a gutted house<\/div>\n<p>Sometimes a walk down memory lane is filled with beautiful, white-picket fenced  pictures. Other times lessons learned come to mind. And sometimes  there&#8217;s those &#8216;remember <span class=\"blsp-spelling-error\" id=\"SPELLING_ERROR_4\">when&#8217;s<\/span> that create a solemn and quiet moment in  your heart.<\/p>\n<p>&#8211; my heart goes out to Japan right now &#8211;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sometimes a walk down memory lane is filled with beautiful, white-picket fenced pictures. Other times lessons learned come to mind. And sometimes there&#8217;s those &#8216;remember when&#8217;s that create a solemn and quiet moment in your heart. I recently set up my old college computer to provide a space of childhood computer game playing. 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