The saint and I have been volunteering in our local Deaf community for the past few years. Recently we volunteered at a spaghetti dinner fundraiser. In the words of Po’s father from Kung Fu Panda, I’ve had the noodle dream. I made pot after pot of spaghetti noodles. It was a bit hectic at times, but overall fun and spaghetti were had.
I’ve put together some brief fifteen tips on volunteering from my experience. Have one of your own? Leave it in the comments section below. And pass that garlic bread basket over, would you? 🥖
I walked my Labrador this evening. Over hills, through mud, grass, gravel and turf we went, smelling, sniffing and eating things of questionable nature before I could issue a stern “Ka kah!”* Upon our walk, we came across a memorial for local fire fighters. In the sidewalk ambling up laid worn bricks with donors’ names etched. Most of the names were erased by the elements, faint letters visible sporadically, leaving nonsense to be deciphered and speculated.
We lingered only a moment, as my Lab was undertaking a smell inventory. In the pause, I became aware how short human memory and legacies are, despite salesmen’s promises. We are born with nothing; we die with nothing. As a stumbling follower of Yeshua, this doesn’t bother me. I chose to place my trust in him and his words, something I don’t consider transient. This speck of dust does hope to leave some books behind, like the Brontës did in their century. If anything, someone can use the novels to prop open a door for another. Or level a wobbly table or two on the Enterprise. It could happen.