Today I volunteered, along with several of my co-workers (most of whom I count among my very best friends in the world) at the Denver Rescue Mission, a local homeless shelter. We chopped (about a trillion) potatoes, and then served lunch to around 150 people (some homeless, some just down on their luck). We’ve all heard the expression “There but for the Grace of God go I”. I experienced that feeling, deep down, today. I saw so many folks that came for what I considered to be a pretty meager meal, but it was probably the best they have had all day.
Today did two things for me. The first, and by far the most important, is that it made me remember that I am commanded by my Lord and Savior to serve others. It’s been a while since I’ve had that reminder, and it was very welcome. The second was to show me how very important that being able to eat is. And that, in turn, reinforced my conviction to make sure that, no matter what happens, I WILL feed my family. So yeah, I will keep buying and packing food into buckets. So that the most important people in my life won’t have the look that so many of the folks at the mission had today. And if you tell me I am crazy, I will smile and nod. And I will feel a little bit more ready every day.