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Up The Creek Without A Paddle
Once each month, the Colquitt United Methodist Church has a food bank that several hundred families are given sacks full of groceries and home products to help them. Other than helping open the cartons of groceries and bagging them last Thursday night and helping carry out the bags last Saturday morning, I don't know too much about this program. I'm going to findout more, and let you know what is going on. I've helped a few times before, but I am not a regular volunteer like so many are. To tell the truth, I really didn't mean to get into this, but our Methodist Men decided to help with the program on Thursday nights. That wasn't too bad. Saturday morning, after I got my 94-year-old motherin law to work, I decided to go by the church and get some photos, that being our largest crowd each month. I took a few shots and saw that those who had volunteered needed help. I got there a little after 9 AM, and left just before 12 noon. Now I used to work in several grocery stores as I was coming up in Colquitt. I worked in the meat market some, but my main jobs were putting up stock, keeping the store clean, and carrying out groceries. To let you how long ago that's been, I used to deliver groceries to homes, on a bike.
There was a good bunch of volunteers, but not enough to help the hundreds of people who came for the bags of food and staples. Thank goodness for the trustees from the jail volunteering to come help. If nothing else good came from this food bank program, which it certainly does, soliciting the help of those Miller County Jail trusties helps others as well as it gives the trustees some self-esteem that they may not have had. That is good on both counts. I told our preacher that he earned every penny he was paid this week. If the boy doesn't make it as a pastor, which I think he will, he can always get a job toting groceries. He and "ye scribe" were sweating like we had been cutting grass with a push mower in summer. I'm not sure that one church can keep this needed and expensive program up alone. Some of the churches in the community have helped, and I saw a few volunteers from other churches. I know all churches have their special programs, so they can help others, but as our Lord said, "Feed my sheep." These words have a new meaning to me. Speaking of 'Feed my sheep", the Colquitt First Baptist Church will have already fed 600-700 men at their annual Wild Game Banquet Tuesday night. I was down at First Baptist last Friday when the big white tent was being put up to house all those men from Miller County and several surrounding counties. They had some tough volunteer work as they drove those steel stakes into the ground and lifted that large tent. They always have an excellent speaker, and this year will be no exception. This is an invitation only event since they must know about how many will be coming. Tubby Dancer was already cooking a pot full of raccoon. He said the meat would fall off the bone when ready. I hope you knew some of those First Baptist men. I try to be extra nice to them. They always have tickets if they don't give out. Take my advice and get yourself one next year. That is some of the best food you will eat in this part of the world. The most important event is next Sunday, when Christians celebrate the day when our Lord Jesus Christ arose from the dead, giving everyone the choice of eternal life or hell and damnation. It doesn't seem like anyone would have any problem making the right choice, but so many seem to. Eternity is a long, long time. My Irish wish for you is: "May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face, and rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand." |
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