When I was picking up trash around the block at Mission For All Nations, I saw a man digging through the dumpster. And that started to make me think of stuff I could do to help them. Even simple things like giving them leftovers from a restaurant.
While helping at the food pantry I was chatting with a volunteer. I asked what group she was with. She gave me a strange look and said, “I’m here for the food, aren’t you?” It was then it hit me, she could have lived in my neighborhood. How many people do I daily interact with that are hungry and hurting and I didn’t notice. God really opened my eyes.
Seeing a line already formed before our group even arrived at Mission For All Nations (a food pantry) caused me to realize all over again that I wasn’t reading a story about people in need, but seeing it right in front of me. I couldn’t ignore reality.
I met a family from Iraq at the food pantry, Mission For All Nations, and welcomed them to the U.S. I got to visit with them and practice my little bit of Arabic. Who would have thought….