Sandwich Sunday
Sometimes people say the most amazing things. Like Lily, who at church Sunday asked a woman with a very noticeable beauty mark - "What is that thing on your face?" Lily was being a curious 4 year old, not intentionally being rude although, of course, we were mortified. The woman seemed genuinely pleased with the attention and said loudly "Well cutie - that is my beauty mark and I've enhanced it some too! Don't you love it?" To which Lily gave her a quizzical look.
Once a month, after the service, our church makes about 1500 sandwiches to feed the homeless. Different local churches take turns doing this. In our church, there is no committee who does this. Whoever is available and wants to pitch in gets in one of three long assembly lines. Even when the tables start out empty, enough parishioners filter in and the sandwiches are made in about 45 minutes.
Our Lily Claire loves to help. Actually, she loves to be in charge. She would much prefer to be the one to butter every slice of bread, assemble each piece of bologna and cheese, bag the sandwiches and then count them up for each shelter. (Hmmm...not unlike someone else I know!) Because she loves a job and we think its good for her to learn this lesson about helping others who do not enjoy the bounty we do, she usually takes a place in the line.
This week, her job was to stand next to Mom and pass assembled sandwiches to the baggers. When they and I got too slow for her liking, she would move next to Daddy and take his buttered bread and slap on the bologna, cheese and more bread. She would bypass Mom in the line and go straight to the baggers. She got very vocal ("I can do it MYSELF!") if I tried to help her. The very nice older woman who stood next to me bagging tried to be patient but she finally leaned over and said "Sweetheart - you are such a good sandwich maker. But you have to be more careful! You are putting these together too rough. Look! You are leaving your hand prints in the bread!"
My dear friend Alison (mother of 7, including two wonders from China) looked up from across the table and sweetly said "Oh my - what a blessing for someone to get a sandwich with a hand print of a child!"
Simply perfect. She is right and what a way for us to share our abundance.
Once a month, after the service, our church makes about 1500 sandwiches to feed the homeless. Different local churches take turns doing this. In our church, there is no committee who does this. Whoever is available and wants to pitch in gets in one of three long assembly lines. Even when the tables start out empty, enough parishioners filter in and the sandwiches are made in about 45 minutes.
Our Lily Claire loves to help. Actually, she loves to be in charge. She would much prefer to be the one to butter every slice of bread, assemble each piece of bologna and cheese, bag the sandwiches and then count them up for each shelter. (Hmmm...not unlike someone else I know!) Because she loves a job and we think its good for her to learn this lesson about helping others who do not enjoy the bounty we do, she usually takes a place in the line.
This week, her job was to stand next to Mom and pass assembled sandwiches to the baggers. When they and I got too slow for her liking, she would move next to Daddy and take his buttered bread and slap on the bologna, cheese and more bread. She would bypass Mom in the line and go straight to the baggers. She got very vocal ("I can do it MYSELF!") if I tried to help her. The very nice older woman who stood next to me bagging tried to be patient but she finally leaned over and said "Sweetheart - you are such a good sandwich maker. But you have to be more careful! You are putting these together too rough. Look! You are leaving your hand prints in the bread!"
My dear friend Alison (mother of 7, including two wonders from China) looked up from across the table and sweetly said "Oh my - what a blessing for someone to get a sandwich with a hand print of a child!"
Simply perfect. She is right and what a way for us to share our abundance.
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