As a seminary student, I'm often faced with the task of trying to wrap language around seemingly indescribable phenomenon... My experience in New Orleans, I think, thus far, can be described as such: an indescrible & incredible phenomenon... and here I am, charged with the task of gently threading some words to the experience.... We are preparing to worship together as a group, so I am short on time... but I leave you all with this image, and it is a feeling... Today, we went back to our work project site on Read Blvd and worked until noon-ish... The work is beginning to feel more familiar and we're fighting fatigue and quenching it with songs, cliff bars, and pure determination.... Then we leave to experience a Jewish prayer together, remembering the life of one close to one close to us in our group, Jo.... This brings us together in another way, and we all have the chance to cry.... I cry for my grandfather who passed away last year in this same month.... Then we listen to the words of a community organizer, who has been involved in her work pre and post-Katrina. I feel inspired... I go for a run through the French Quarter, darting cars, vendor stands, and people.... I get the chance to see many people. Some are young. Some old. One man is in a wheel-chair. Two men play bango together. Someone yells at me to run faster. Another person links their eyes with mine and smiles... I am running on a feeling, a feeling of aliveness... from all the work we are doing... and I remember Ezekiel 37, the passage of scripture we have been contemplating together: Can these bones live??? And I know, if I have to ask this of myself, that my answer would be the affirmative. Amen.-- Elizabeth Campbell