Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Feeding the Homeless

One rewarding hour and a day a week. Why not?

I looked around tonight at the faces of people so delighted to be catered to and couldn't help but smile. Government help comes in on the first, and though the crowd was lighter than the norm, many still pressed in for a meal...painfully aware that the funds they received one day earlier will only go so far. It's been a hard day, for some, it's been a hard life. The doors opened at 5:15 and the people waiting outside came in and sat to listen to the 20 minute sermon and pray before supper...even applauding when the sermon was done (though I am unsure if they were applauding the completion of the sermon in anticipation of the food, or if they really enjoyed the sermon...I'd like to think there's a little of both).

I was warned of one lady who comes in who "must have a twin sister because she is mean one week and nice the next," so I decided to watch her tonight...she didn't fail my expectations...right in the middle of the sermon, she smacked the man in front of her on the back of the head and pretended she was innocent and taking notes. I quickly turned to look at another volunteer and said "did you see that?" She was already watching my reaction and laughing assuring me that she had seen it. Really, I had to giggle because, well, deep down...I wish I could do that sometimes...uh, in fact, just this week at work. ;) I looked around again and my heart just melted when I realized this night is a very important night for them. Many dressed up in their best attire, or at least did their best to make sure their only outfit was presentable. All were grateful.

Looking back at tonight I can't help but think of Isaiah 58:6-7 "Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen: to loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free and break every yoke? Is it not to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter—when you see the naked, to clothe him, and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?"

I wondered about the economy and the impact it would have on these types of food kitchens.

I wondered at how distant being in that situation seems and yet had a sudden realization of how close it really is.

I wondered why there were just a few of us willing to serve in this capacity.

I wonder still.


beckyjomama said...


Joanne (The Simple Wife) said...

Hey Kate,

Are you doing this at the DRM?


Nadine said...

Lovely. Simply wonderful. I think we get more from serving than they do.

When our church did this back in WV - at first the people came in with eyes cast down. We started to sit with them and talk to them after we served them food. We gave refills and seconds - we laughed. They started coming in with smiles on their faces and looked us in the eye.

MelanieJoy said...

Great post...

Angie said...

That was awesome, Kate.

Bev Brandon said...

People are so curved in on themselves permanently. Not you, my dear. Your compassionate serving, your beautiful heart touches mine in deep places. Love, Bev

HIS Daughter said...

Hey Sweetie,

I saw your post at LPM. I just read your latest blogpost and I just want you to know I so esteem you, Girl!

I think I know why there weren't more serving with you - I found "them".

I posted on my blog how over the last several weeks I have been so upset by "so called" Christians and Christian leaders spending much time slandering and maligning one another.

It's easier to do that, Kate, than be humble like Christ and serve.

Did the Teachers of the law ever feed anyone without making a show out of it? I doubt it.

God Bless you, Girl for being Real.

Bev Brandon said...

I would so be there with you. One of the homeless guys here in our city, who lived at the dipsy dumpster next to the Worthington Hotel, met a lady like yourself who loved him and believed in him...the guy has quite a story and even wrote a book about it "Same Kind of Different As Me." He is not the largest fundraiser for the homeless in our city raising about $10 million per year from what I heard. But hey, I came by to tell you that you might be wary of what will happen when you have a Brandon in your room---things just kind of happen to me a lot! Smile! Love you Kate! Bev

annette said...

I saw your comment on the Lproof blog and wanted to stop by and say hello.

Storms used to be named female names, now they alternate between male and female names...the next 1 will be Fay.

Your post is wonderful.