I went to Feed My Starving Children at Concordia Academy in Roseville this Saturday. We worked in the lunchroom, packaging food for those who need it. I didn't know anyone when I went, but ended up meeting a woman who worked at Bethany House Publishers and the mother-in-law of one of my old high school teachers. It was very fun talking with them and just being quick and efficient enough to get that food prepared for those who need it. At first, I just went to a table and did the sealing of the packages, because secretly, it is my true calling in life. However, I was working with a teenage girl, and her father was just watching us work for the first ten minutes or so because there was no job for him at our table. So, I gave him my job and left to another table who needed me more. It was very fun and warmed the cockles of my heart.
Feed My Starving Children is very relevant to class. Before they let you start working, they show you a movie about the people who the food will go help support. It's not specified to the country that the food goes to for each shipment, but just a general video. It gives some statistics, such as "16,000 children die of starvation each day." It is very relevant because, as we talked about last week, we are all covered by the blood of the Lamb. We are cleansed, made clean, and because of what Christ has done, we may live as forgiven people, awaiting our arrival in heaven. These souls are not exempt from this opportunity at all. God doesn't care what race you are, how smart or dumb you are, what your face looks like, or what you can or cannot do. He cares for you because you are his creation, his very own. However, if people die before hearing the good news of Christ, the Bible says they will go to hell. If we do not save their bodies before they get a chance to hear about Christ, we cannot save their souls. By prolonging their lives, we have a greater chance to reach them with the news of Christ before they die. That is one of the main and central points about the importance of service.
I really enjoyed myself on Saturday, despite it being 7:37 when I woke up. I saw a few people I knew, but for the most part, it was fun just to pack food and be able to concentrate on what I was doing. It makes me sad when people go somewhere to volunteer, but don't really put anything into what they do. I think that's sad. I feel like they go because they go through the motions and don't come because they want to. It happens all the time, but every time I see it, it makes me sad. If you're there, make it meaningful. But that's just me. I had fun, and it seemed very worthwhile to me.
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