For the past six months I’ve been volunteering at Open Table, a food pantry in the town adjacent to mine. I started going once a month with my church, but now, whenever possible, I sign up for the 12:45-4 Tuesday shift, the day the seniors come. In spite of the fact that I loved the kindergarten and first graders I taught for twenty-five years, my favorite age these days is seniors. Maybe it’s because I am one of them. Although I am not lonely, I understand their need to tell their story. Although I have plenty of food on my table, I understand their need to make their own choices of the food they put in their carts.
One of my fellow volunteers often uses the word ‘service’ in our conversations. Service is the lens through which she views the world. Obvious things such as serving at Open Table, but also as a way to think about what we do and how we act out in the world.
One of my fellow volunteers often uses the word ‘service’ in our conversations. Service is the lens through which she views the world. Obvious things such as serving at Open Table, but also as a way to think about what we do and how we act out in the world.
