Years ago as part of my Leadership Washington County Health & Human Services Day, my class ate lunch at the Salvation Army. We were encouraged not to eat with our fellow classmates, rather, to reach out and sit with a client to share our meal.
It was there I learned the true meaning of fellowship.
At one point in our conversation, the man I was breaking bread with asked “who was I with?” When I didn’t immediately respond (I was trying to think of a respectful way to tell him we were experiencing a poverty simulation), he responded, “It’s pretty obvious you don’t belong here.”
Raw. Honest. Humble words.
Spoken from a man who didn’t belong there either.
But who does?
Life has a way of serving us what we didn’t order.
Our conversation immediately shifted from polite and superficial…
We began to talk about disappointment. Failure. Hurt. Addiction. Estrangement.
And we talked about hope.
I’ll never forget that moment.
Today, as part of my Rotary Club’s initiative I am ringing the bells for the Salvation Army.
I will ring loudly.
I will do everything I can to maximize my presence for the good of an organization that does so much.
Because everyone deserves a seat at the table.
Matthew 25:40 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’
Love & Blessings,