Dust


Your MoM spent the weekend working on the Messed Up Ministries Building. The project on Saturday was taking down the false ceiling. That means lots of dust.

Lots of dust…

I knew it would be bad so I was prepared with my respirator. I told my volunteers to come prepared, but as so often happens, there was one dude who “isn’t bothered by a little dust”. We took down about three panels and the guy disappeared. We all looked like coal miners. A few minutes later he turned up with a mask. Actually, not just a mask, a full painter’s respirator. After that, he had no problems.

Sometimes we have to accept a little help that we don’t really want in order to…

–Rise Up!!


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