there wasnt much to do when i arrived at hope cottage on friday morning. soup was on the burner warming up, coffee and tea were brewing in their respective pots, and sandwiches had all been made up for the day. brian make quick work of the morning routine. i found him at the back of the dining room hall nose-deep in his new book, the hunger games when i came in. we exchanged a nod and a friendly morning grunt. yes, we grunt when we see one another.
primitives, we are.
morning meal didnt draw much of a crowd. gst cheques came in on thursday. tim came into help serve and we got talking about life. tim is only a couple of years older than i but with his grey beard seems about 20 years my senior. i dont tell him that though. its too soon in our knowing one another to tease about silly things like that. tim limps a bit when he walks because of an old injury and serves coffee and tea with a giant smile on his face.
thanks for all you do, tim.
after breakfast, andrew asked me if i was interested in making soup. having never made soup before i decided to take him up on the offer. but first, lunch. eggs, chorizo sausages and toast with a glass of orange juice.
what looked and seemed like a great combination turned into anything but. a collective belly ache came over the three of us (terry, our director joined us). it made for an uncomfortable early afternoon.
never. having. that. combo. again!
on to soup making.
andrew got me to do most of the work. something about learning better from doing. sure, sure, lazy boy (kidding). he lead me through the process. boiling the chickens, tearing off all the meat, dicing up the meat, adding spices, veggies and rice, and voila! chicken rice soup.
ill have to see how the crowd likes it on monday morning. if any get sick im blaming it on andrew though. thats legit, right?
in the midst of making soup, andrew and i got to talking about homelessness and poverty in our city. what i learned was valuable.
a few years back, andrew went on a missions trip to the ukraine. while there he witnessed what he described to me as the worst imaginable poverty. it rocked his world and changed his perspectives. upon returning back home, he felt some personal changes were in order. he told me he felt a calling from God to give more of himself to the local poor and homeless community in halifax. unfortunately, working two jobs didnt afford him much time to do much of anything. so he did what any reasonable person would do – he quit his jobs.
with ample free time on his hands he devoted himself to volunteering at hope cottage, serving food and helping with whatever he could. he loved it. it filled a need in the community while also filling a hole in his heart. that hole in all our hearts that can only be filled when we love our neighbor as ourself.
shortly after volunteering at hope andrew was asked if he wanted to be hired on as a member of the fulltime staff. his desire to gives himself more to the local poor and homeless community lead to a completely different career. what a great example of what it looks like to really trust God with ones life; to step out in faith and sacrifice your comfort for some thing much larger than yourself.
inspiring to say the very least.
andrew is just another guy trying to follow Jesus the best he can. im darn glad we are friends.
“human progress is neither automatic nor inevitable. every step toward the goal of justice requires sacrifice, suffering, and struggle; the tireless exertions and passionate concern of dedicated individuals.” -mlk