In my life, and I’m sure others can relate, I rarely take a moment to stop what I’m doing and think to help someone else. I rarely notice that I need to, because I’m so caught up in what’s going on in my life that I don’t think of the other people who aren’t as blessed to have what I have. This is no way to go about living. I wouldn’t notice an opportunity unless it hit me on the head. And thank God it did. The church youth group got an opportunity to go to the LA Food Bank. Now when you’re there, there is no way to escape the realization of human suffering, and how people out there don’t know where they will get their next meal. It’s an unsettling thought of course, but that’s why you’re there to make, in the grand scheme of things, life a little bit easier for as many people as you can.
You immediately start to unpack and stack all the things you can. You get into a system, a constant rhythm of unpacking all this food. And it isn’t until your hands are tingling and your feet are aching that I think, “Why am I doing this?” And you feel stupid immediately after thinking it. Of course, you’re doing this for those people, who at once could have been just like you, had a series of unfortunate events happen to them, putting them in a crappy situation, for a lack of better words. It really is the truth though. That’s when I realized that, yeah my feet hurt, and my legs are stiff, but that is nothing compared to being a parent of three children who are hungry and you have the feeling of helplessness because you don’t know where they or you will get your next meal. It is nothing compared to searching for food wherever you can, even in the most unappetizing places because you haven’t eaten in days. It is nothing compared to one day having food in your fridge and then next having to decide between paying your telephone bill or your water bill. I realized that day that there is so much more than what I see. So much more I can do, because that’s why we are here. God didn’t put us on earth to sit around while his other children suffered. Like all brothers and sisters we are here to help and support each other.
Written by Rebecca Foster