Bourbon Street and the Bayou

Today we were able to get back to the house we started yesterday and get the whole place cleaned out. Tomorrow we will return and remove all the drywall and paneling and reduce the interior to the stud frames. Then we'll be done. I get on a plane Saturday afternoon and fly back to Portland.

This afternoon we had a half day off and we went on a tour of the swamp. It was incredible. Our tour guide's name was Claude, and he was quite a storyteller. We explored the rivers, sloughs and bayous by boat. We saw alligators, blue herons, bald cypress and tupelo gum trees, duckweed and spanish moss... We even saw a house that had been moved a quarter mile down the river by hurricane Katrina. Amazing stuff. The houses in the swamps are all on stilts. Smart thinking!

Tonight was surreal. We went to Bourbon Street again and stayed a little late. We checked out a few music clubs and souveneir shops. I bought a couple T-shirts and some alligator body parts, severed heads, teeth, etc. We saw a good blues band play. They had a song called "Kiss My A**, I'm Not Takin' Your Sh** No More". (If you know what those asterisks mean, then I don't need to apologize to YOU for writing them!) Needless to say, hillarious! It was good to see the town in a fun and happy mood. Lots of people out enjoying themselves. But at the same time that I wanted join in the celebration, my heart was heavy over what so many were turning to in order to find that enjoyment. Lots of booze. Lots of sex. Lots of things that feel good for a short time, but in the end are empty and meaningless apart from Christ.

BUT, I have to admit that I love a good blues guitar solo! MAN I wish I had more time to check out the scene here. But there are more pressing matters at hand. Back to work in the morning.

Ken Bussell
Minister of Music & Administration
Our Place Christian Church

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