The Thanksgiving Outreach
I'm still struggling with the gag reflex that harassed me all night long. But the three hours of service was well worth the squirms and goosebumps. With a group of 16 individuals, our table put together 1,100 Thanksgiving meals in a way that I wasn't initially prepared for. The food was made in mass bulk, brought to us in 5-gallon buckets, and with ice cream scoops we plated the serving in production line style. The outreach event's goal was to give away 100,000 meals this Thanksgiving, after serving 70,000 people last year. My job? Master Mashed Potato Scooper. Well, mashed potatoes is a generous title. I'd prefer soupy or runny. In any case, the KFC-esque taters will surely be appreciated by those families and friends who wouldn't otherwise have the gift of a proper Thanksgiving meal. The volunteer turnout was astonishing and a visible work of the Lord. We're looking forward to the difference that our bit of service offered and excited to hear of the transformations the outreach will bring in the name of God. As for Adam and I, we might have second thoughts about our portions of turkey this year. After volunteering for the unpopular job of bucket cleaning, Adam's gooey and slimy service could create a preference for ham on Thursday. And with the smell of turkey radiating about our apartment, we've had just about all we can handle of that bird for the year. We'll soon find out.
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