It was just a yellow moving truck.
How many times on a Saturday afternoon have we seen them? We have seen them in our neighborhoods, on major roads and highways. We may have even used them ourselves to get our possessions from one place to another. This Saturday afternoon was no different.
Or was it?
For me, on this particular Saturday, it wasn’t. I was actually following a yellow moving truck that had just left a church parking lot where over two dozen volunteers had helped organize, pack, and load 200 boxes with food that would feed families in the area of Annapolis, Maryland for one week. But this was no ordinary week. It was Spring Break. And for these families, no school means little or no meals for their children. Talk about priceless cargo! This truck had it.
I started to sob. My silent tears burned against my face. Sometimes I don’t see it either. Sometimes I overlook the obvious. Sometimes it’s too easy to look away.
I call myself a Christian who lives my life as best as I can. Serving in my church, loving on people, forming relationships, but somehow I get it wrong. How can I get it so wrong sometimes? Maybe I get discouraged by what’s on the news and feel I have no impact in this world but this is what Christ said:
“I was hungry and you fed me.” (Mt 25:34-36 MSG)
He’s not asking us to solve world hunger, but feed the hungry. We were in the process of doing just as He asked and I became overwhelmed with emotion at the thought of the hungry in our area.
We live in one of the most important cities in the world and we have people, families, and children in our own neighborhoods that are hungry. No, maybe they are not the starving of Africa but can you imagine having your child look at you, tell you they’re hungry and you have to respond, “We have to wait until I get paid tomorrow.”
Isn’t that what some of us always say? Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll do this. Tomorrow I’ll do that. But what about today?
Let me tell you about today.
- Today, volunteers packed enough food to feed 800 people for a week.
- Today, volunteers drove all over some of the poorest and roughest areas of Annapolis trusting in God’s protection to make the deliveries.
- Today, volunteers walked into a home with no furniture.
- Today, a mother cried when she was offered an additional box of food.
- Today, children jumped up and down when they saw the food.
- Today, seeing my children’s inquisitive and willing hearts reminded me that anyone can make an impact.
- Today, families knew Jesus was moving in their community and He cares about them.
- Today, God blessed me, this volunteer, with humility and thankfulness and a deeper love for His people.
Take a chance on today. I did and it gave me a whole new meaning to beautiful Saturday afternoons. So maybe the next time you are thinking you cannot possibly make an important impact, remember this day. Hunger matters. People matter. Relationships matter and so do yellow moving trucks.