Takes every kind of people … to make what life’s about yeah … takes every kind of people … the world go round …
My church does a ginormous Thanksgiving dinner for the city.
No, really. They serve over 2,000 people every year at a sit-down event. Last week Sunday, the announcements indicated they needed 500 volunteers, a bunch of turkeys, and people to cook. I looked at the paper that everyone received on the way into service this week Sunday and tried to figure out what I was supposed to do. Buy a turkey, buy and cook a turkey, cook a turkey, volunteer that day …
I was going to ignore the nagging in my gut as I watched the film showing the men, women, and children lined up around the block at the church’s downtown location. The children.
How could I do nothing?
How could I, even though I would say I don’t have a lot, not do anything for those who have nothing? Who, without this, would have no Thanksgiving at all?
I made my way quickly to the table and signed up to cook two turkeys. And my turkey is pretty bomb, if I do say so myself. I got excited as the hour drew near on Sunday afternoon — all the volunteers had to attend a meeting and those of us who were cooking received their turkeys, the pans, and all the stuff to get it done.
Because it takes every kind of people.