Matt is at work. UGH! I hate his late nights. Tonight he'll be gone until at least 3am. I'm actually really glad we have a dog. It makes me feel strangely more secure. Though he's probably as protective as a litter of tiny kittens, it still feels good to not be totally alone. Plus, he's a snugly puppy, so he usually falls asleep on his bed and then moves to our bed in the wee hours of the morning. Tonight he'll sleep on our bed. It's so hard to sleep without Matt there, that I don't mind him on our bed very much when Matt's gone.
So, I mentioned in my last blog that I'd like to start a fresh foods ministry. I really, really do! We treat the poor with disdain, throwing them the bare minimum we feel comfortable giving. having this awful they should be happy to receive ANYTHING attitude. It's humiliating and degrading to my brothers and sisters. The picture that comes to mind are scraps we throw to dogs. My dog probably has better food available to him on a more consistent basis. I want to bring dignity to the place where they live and eat. To treat the poor more like people, with souls, lives, hurts, baggage (not much unlike myself), in need of not only food, but love and Christ as well. That means more than a constant flow of institutional grade food darn it! Why should the poor suffer more then they already suffer? Why do so many go out of their way to give to the rich in an effort to impress, and nothing to the poor that actually need the help? I would love for people to consider tithing from their garden. I'm sure that most people if posed with the question "do you really believe that whatever you do for the least of these, you do for Christ himself?" would say "oh yeah, of course!". Yet when it comes down to it, we wouldn't give Christ our scraps. We give the homeless our scraps. It's time for better. It's time to follow that commandment.
I'm not sure exactly how it's going to work, but I'm going to think about it more in the coming days! I'm even thinking about contacting some people from our local Farmers Market to see what happens with the food they don't sell. If it goes to waste, I would be more then happy to haul it away and find someone who could use it!
Well, I'm off to finish folding laundry and then I have to take Scout out for his final walk of the night. :-)