The Least of These

I have off from work this week. For the whole week. As in, I didn't have to go to work yesterday or today, and I don't have to go to work tomorrow or the day after that or the day after that. Life. Is. Good. I love my job, but it's exhausting. And boy, am I ready for some R&R.

And then today as I was moseying around the city on my self-imposed staycation, I texted Gretchen who is now working at the same organization as me. She didn't have off this week, poor girl. And not only that, but her day was going horribly. Her volunteers didn't show up and she was trying to prep dinner for 300 people by herself. So I did exactly what she would have done had our roles been reversed-- I got on the subway and went to help cook!

She thought they hadn't shown up for cooking but that they'd come for serving the meal, but for whatever reason, they didn't. She told me I could leave, but she said it with that "unless you want to stay and help" that always suckers me in. And so I served my first meal at the Bowery's soup kitchen. I've worked in a different part of the organization for over four years now, and it was the first time I've gotten to participate in this side of things.

When you stand behind the foodline to serve the guests, you look out to the dining room. There's a saying painted over that doorway that says, "Serve like you are serving a King." I kept catching a glimpse of it and then looking at the faces across from me holding their plates out for the salad I was in charge of serving. And with each person, I would hear "in as much as you did for the least of these, you did it for me" going through my head.

Some of the people that came through the line looked just like me. You wouldn't think they'd need a free meal. Others obviously hadn't showered for days or were under various influences. I served a few kids, and my heart hurt for them in a whole different way. But it didn't matter if they were smelly or clean or rude or polite or thankful or picky.... Jesus cared about each person I served tonight (and the ones who wouldn't take my salad, too!). After each person went through the line, He said, "thanks for feeding me tonight and for making me feel welcome and safe here."

It wasn't quite the day off I was expecting, but I got to help serve almost 300 kings tonight as we served The King with each meal we gave to "the least of these." And that's kind of hard to beat.