I’m full and they are hungry

I am full and they are hungry

I thought about not going, for selfish reasons. Then I considered going, also for selfish reasons. I did not want to miss out on the fun. I knew it would get done without me and if I participated, I knew it would cost me.

FOMO won out.

 

FAMILIAR GARB

I swept the hair off the back of my neck in a well-practiced movement to secure my tresses in an unattractive, white, cottony bonnet. The thin elastic band was precisely positioned under my ears and across the middle of my forehead. I’ve worn one of these a few times before, only accessorized with a surgical mask. They instructed us to remove our earrings. I left mine in. I figured twenty years in the operating room without losing a bauble in a patient, the food was safe.

Food

WOBBLE BABY WOBBLE BABY WOBBLE

It was like a party, no it was a party, complete with dance music and a gong to declare milestones. I sat out on the Cha Cha Slide, but if they had played the Wobble I could not have resisted. It’s probably a good thing since my youngest daughter says I dance like a puppet. I don’t think she meant it as a compliment either.

DUO SHAO QUIN

I know very few phrases in Mandarin Chinese, but it was important to learn how to say,

HOW MUCH DOES IT COST?

It’s what every woman needs to know in a foreign country. We all have to ask ourselves the same question. Serving has a price. Serving costs either time, money or in my case, strength.  I have been in energy conservation mode for over a year because of myasthenia gravis. Now whenever I consider any physical activity, I have to ask myself if it is worth the expense. A few months ago I had difficulty opening a water bottle. I am much better now and most of my struggles are fairly invisible as long as you don’t ask me to do much. So could I pack bags for an hour? I didn’t know, but I decided it was worth spending my strength to try.

AND I HELPED

The ladies of ABWU (Arkansas Women’s Blogger University) packed 10,000 meals for the hungry. Initially, I heat sealed the one pound meals then I packed the meals into boxes. Lifting boxes loaded with twenty-four meal packets required significant effort. Most of the women working by my side had no idea what a feat I accomplished or how physically limited I usually am. One moment, I almost cried, both because I was able to move my arms in a repetitive manner for the first time in over a year and also because these meals cost a quarter. Do you have any idea how much I spent on a single meal at a restaurant last week?  I would be ashamed to tell you.

THE PACK SHACK

Our FEED THE FUNNEL party was sponsored (AKA paid for) by Wells Fargo Advisors. Each meal consists of ten grams of protein, vitamins, rice and powdered cheese.  We filled, packed and boxed over ten thousand bags in less than an hour. And it was fun.

Click here to read about the pack shack and how you can get involved

WHO TURNED UP THE GRAVITY?

I rejoiced with a high five, something else I haven’t been able to do in a long time. My superwoman status quickly disappeared that evening on the quarter mile walk to a nearby restaurant. Someone turned gravity up a notch and I had to sit on a bench and rest. The following morning, gravity was turned up about four notches and my arms felt fifty pounds heavier. Uh oh, next on my agenda was a seventy mile drive home on the curvy roads of Highway 7; a simple task I used to take for granted.

THE NEED

The meals will go to the hungry in Arkansas. Reportedly 35,000 pounds of food are distributed from food banks each month in my state. This is America, not Ethiopia. It is staggering to think I can go through my daily life and not see the need in my own community.

THE ANSWER

Fortunately, there are several organizations in my own community working to combat hunger. My church, as well as other churches in our town, stock pantries and clothes closets. Backpacks are filled and distributed to school kids to get them through the weekend. Thankfully, we also have Main Street Mission, The Manna House and The Russ Bus to name a few.

Matthew 5:16, “In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven.” ESV

EXPENSIVE

What I did had a great price. I am still struggling with double vision and keeping my right eyelid open. Unfortunately, I realize it made little impact. Perhaps the greatest impact of the event was the awareness it created. And perhaps I can pass that awareness on to you, though awareness alone does nothing.

James 2:15-16, “Suppose a brother or a sister is without clothes and daily food. If one of you says to them, ‘Go in peace; keep warm and well fed,’ but does nothing about their physical needs, what good is it?” NIV

DO SOMETHING

We all want someone to do something about it. We complain about the government. We criticize the church when half the time we have no idea what services they actually provide. Personally, I am guilty of writing a check on World Hunger Sunday while expecting someone else to get their hands dirty. By the way, dirty hands are not a bad thing, that cheese powder was reminiscient of Mac-N-Cheese and though it was tempting, I resisted the urge to lick my fingers.

Matthew West sums it up well in his song, Do Something:

So I turned my eyes to Heaven and I thought, “God, why don’t you  do something?”

Well, I just couldn’t bear the thought of people living in poverty, children sold into slavery. The thought disgusted me so I shook my fist at Heaven and said, “God, why don’t you do something?

He said, “I did. I created you.”

Do something. Do it for them, do it for yourself, do it for Jesus.

Matthew 25:40, “And the King will answer them, ‘I assure you; whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of Mine, you did for Me.'” HCSB

So how  much did you spend on dinner last night? Will you do something?

Tag you’re it. After you have contributed to hunger in your corner of the world, tag someone else. We could possibly fix the problem with the money some of us spend on dinner on Saturday night.

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14 thoughts on “I’m full and they are hungry

  1. Oh my goodness, I’ve been reading your blog for a few months now, and I met you at AWBU as we walked along the fifth floor at the Arlington, but I just now FINALLY put a name with a face. My bad! I enjoyed Feed the Funnel as much or more than anything we did all weekend. Wonderful post. I can do so more to help and I intend to.

  2. I am so proud of you for making it a priority to be at AWBU. I watched you all weekend somewhat like a mother hen, but knew you really didn’t need mothering either. It was a huge step to commit that kind of energy, I know. I am incredibly proud of you — and cannot wait to see what all God has in store for you. Hope you came away from the meeting with tons of new ideas and loads of new friends. Hugs and prayers. I’m here if you need anything.

  3. Your blog post is wonderful. I love the way you weave the story with the Scripture that strikes a chord of agreement in my heart. And it’s not just intellectual agreement. From now on, the amount I spend on a meal at a restaurant will also find it’s way to feed the hungry. I will also find a way to be involved in a more tangible way. There are plenty of ways to make that happen. Vickie, thank you for your transparency, your willingness to share, and for investing your strength in such a powerful way. Love to you. Your example is not wasted on me.

  4. I’ve participated in two Pack Shack events in Russellville. What an amazing experience! I’m a teacher and it is so wonderful to know that our community is serving students and families in need.

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