I'm a beast of burden, I'll carry anything...once!

It was off to the races as we painted the ceiling.

Hard labor or did it feel like slave labor. We lifted, we carried, we moved, we removed, we stacked, we sweated, we loved it, we did it for the Lord. To Him be the honor and glory.

Worship was special as we did it in two languages.

I don't think it is a good idea to build your church on sifting sand.

I meant water to drink not for the cement.

I don't think this the stairway to heaven, it weighs too much.

Look out below, better yet, get out of the way.

When they gave me a hammer I thought I would nail, not take out nails.

If you go somewhere fast they think you are working.

Life's purpose seems lot clearer from up here.

My last throw was 6ft 2in. Let's see what I can do with my left hand.

One small step for man one giant step to my death. I know I can reach this corner. Yes, I know a pole is available

Of course some of us played it safe when it came time to paint.