Feeding the Homeless

Tonight we went with some of our college kids to feed the homeless. It was the first time I had been in a long time, and our group has committed to helping the Salvation and Army every Tuesday night. We fed them mac and cheese, small pizzas, salad, bread, and sweets. It kind of brings things into focus, helps put things in perspective. I remember the lady that made the effort to come up to us before she left and thanked us for serving. Genuine. The young pregnant girl that came back for seconds on salad...she was trying to eat fruits and vegetables because of the baby. The young couple with the small boy, and another on the way. The man who was a lawyer in town until the drugs and alcohol took over his life. He left early, wanted to get to the woods before dark. The man who found paper towels and got up and started cleaning tables without being asked. The lady that came so late we only had mac and cheese left...she had two plates heaped and tried to eat while falling asleep sitting down. Where had they all come from? Where did they go when we locked up and drove away in our cars? Where are they now? No, I mean RIGHT now. They all had stories, I just don't know them all. They all had personality, feelings, families, names. I don't even know what else to say, but I can't wait to go back!