Different Day, Different World
Today I went to TAC (Toronto Alliance Church) to serve soup and sandwiches to the homeless. When I went there I never though it was going to be so, in no better words: ghetto. It was soo different than the life I have back in the city. I see more people that need GOD and haven't have love for a while. I mean that's why we're there right? To let the ones that need love experience GOD's love by our actions. My heart smiled when I saw the looks of satisfaction and happiness when they ate the food. Lots of them complimented the soup and came for seconds, thirds, fourths, fifths, and even sixths! We had plenty to go around so why not give more?!
It was my first time doing this kind of thing so I was kind of scared because of the different behavior shown in the atmosphere. Lots of people swore and some had mental issues which I felt sorry for. There were even signs of people who took drugs.
There was a man that went up to me and asked for food but we aren't suppose to serve them unless they're seated but all the seats where taken and he said, "all the seats are full and by the time I get one there's going to be no food left" with an attitude that scared me abit but I reassured him and told him that we have plenty to go around. He went away. A few minutes late he came back and said, " you're right there was plenty, I got some and it was good. Thank you." It meant so much to me that I was able to reassure him and meet his needs. It was satisfying that I satisfied him. It's something you have to experience to feel and truly understand.
I arrived to TAC feeling shaken and scared at first because of how different it was but after I saw GOD doing his work in that place where people need love most and I felt not a duty to serve but just ... to serve because I can. There was this one lady who seemed have a mental disorder and wouldn't follow the rules. She stole some cheese from the sandwich making pile and when Desmond tried to ask for it back she held it like she was securing it and told us to back off. She yelled and tried to hit someone when they told her she was doing something wrong and breaking the rules. Someone (a homeless person) told her to ... something, I missed it but she responded strongly and said something along the lines of, "MY CHILDREN TOOK IT, THEY TOOK EVERYTHING AND LEFT!" I felt some pain in my heart for her. Her own children abandoned her? I didn't know rather to believe it or just ignore it but it was just ... sad. I hope her going to TAC to get food will help her see that GOD still loves her no matter what and that she still has love in her life. I love GOD and knows he can only do good for me. I love him and I will never regret what I did today. He's using me as a tool to show his love and it's a privilege.
Although I can't express this feeling of doing work for GOD into words I can express it in one: L-O-V-E -love.
GOD bless.
It was my first time doing this kind of thing so I was kind of scared because of the different behavior shown in the atmosphere. Lots of people swore and some had mental issues which I felt sorry for. There were even signs of people who took drugs.
There was a man that went up to me and asked for food but we aren't suppose to serve them unless they're seated but all the seats where taken and he said, "all the seats are full and by the time I get one there's going to be no food left" with an attitude that scared me abit but I reassured him and told him that we have plenty to go around. He went away. A few minutes late he came back and said, " you're right there was plenty, I got some and it was good. Thank you." It meant so much to me that I was able to reassure him and meet his needs. It was satisfying that I satisfied him. It's something you have to experience to feel and truly understand.
I arrived to TAC feeling shaken and scared at first because of how different it was but after I saw GOD doing his work in that place where people need love most and I felt not a duty to serve but just ... to serve because I can. There was this one lady who seemed have a mental disorder and wouldn't follow the rules. She stole some cheese from the sandwich making pile and when Desmond tried to ask for it back she held it like she was securing it and told us to back off. She yelled and tried to hit someone when they told her she was doing something wrong and breaking the rules. Someone (a homeless person) told her to ... something, I missed it but she responded strongly and said something along the lines of, "MY CHILDREN TOOK IT, THEY TOOK EVERYTHING AND LEFT!" I felt some pain in my heart for her. Her own children abandoned her? I didn't know rather to believe it or just ignore it but it was just ... sad. I hope her going to TAC to get food will help her see that GOD still loves her no matter what and that she still has love in her life. I love GOD and knows he can only do good for me. I love him and I will never regret what I did today. He's using me as a tool to show his love and it's a privilege.
Although I can't express this feeling of doing work for GOD into words I can express it in one: L-O-V-E -love.
GOD bless.
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