Feeding People


Anyone who knows me knows I like to feed people.

Except for Rollo who thinks I sometimes take food to friend’s homes in case I get hungry while I’m there. Valid point.

It’s more than that though.  I like feeding friends, but I also want to feed people I don’t know.

I could donate to food shelf or something similar but I want to do it myself.  I want to make the food and I want to SERVE it to somebody.

Sing it to me Bobby D!

I don’t think service is always about food and I think Bob agrees with me.  Maybe your presence is service.  Trust is service.  If you can’t cook maybe listening, forgiveness or compassion would work.  Gratitude. Simple kindness.

I like food so I mostly stick with that – hoping I’ll get to join in for a bite?

I tried a project a few years back. I wanted to surprise random people – strangers – with food…but it gets weird. People get embarrassed – or afraid or something and sometimes those people is me. Maybe I overthought it.

How would I know who needs or wants to be fed or helped?

Can’t decide by appearance.   If so, I would be the one getting handed a warm blanket, a pair of socks (wool please) and a cup of soup! I might look a tad homeless at times.  What with my uncombed hair, dirty clothes, and that one pair of crocs.  They are two different colors.  I lost leftie kayaking in the river and then rightie kayaking in the ocean. The survivors were perfectly good shoes.  Why not wear them? Seriously. People stop me to point out I have two different shoes on.  Thanks folks.

Anyhoo.  Back to the issue.  How do you know who needs something?  They probably aren’t going to tell you.

The other problem is what if you make a mistake?  True stories here.

Rollo and I stopped for some guys that were out of gas on a freeway ramp.  We drove them to the station and filled up their gas can for them.  We felt like pretty good citizens. We decided to have lunch at that same exit stop.  45 minutes later guess who we passed “out of gas” again a few miles down the freeway?

My mom gave a lady standing on the side of the road some cash.  Tried to chat her up and asked how she had gotten herself in such a spot.  Said lady replied she just bought a brand new car and wanted help with the payments.

What if someone uses cash you give them for drugs?  or smokes? or ? What if they refuse your food? How do you know?

I dunno. You don’t. I decided to just go for it. Take a chance.

A few Christmases ago I baked up some cookies and put them in cute little Santa bags.  My sister and I took them to the Mall of America intending to give them to total strangers…

…who thought we were trying to poison them.  I guess.  Some ran away like we were trying to get them to join our cult and drink the magic Kool-Aid.  Some took the cookies Minnesota-nice-polite-like and hurried off (probably to the nearest trash can) looking over their shoulder at us.

I haven’t tried serving anybody again until last week.  I struck up a conversation with a young mom ahead of me in line at an Asian food place.  The typical.  “Have you been here? No, you? No.  Hope you enjoy.  Have a nice day. ”

I got up to the cashier and young mom had bought my lunch.  I did glance down to see if my shoes matched. And then I was SO grateful. The cashier, however, was somewhat confused.

The sesame chicken was way overdone and dry and you could have chipped a tooth on the wontons, but it was the best lunch I’ve eaten in a long time.  I’d been served.  I caught her eye and waved.  Her smile was bigger than mine.  Could it feel so good to give that I’d served her too?

After crunching my way through the wontons, my lunch partner spotted a young man she knew in the same food line.  She went over to talk to him. My chance to test the theory.   I snuck up to the register. “Pssst I want to pay it forward” The cashier was now totally mystified but I didn’t have time to explain the whole book/movie thing.

I paid and made a get away – around the corner a bit so we could watch.  Hungry lunch guy spun around looking for whoever paid for his pork fried rice and egg rolls and wontons (careful kid) and kung pao chicken and hot and sour soup.  The look on his face was amazing.  Better than having my own lunch paid for. Service squared?

C’mon people.

I don’t have a message. I have no Kool-Aid.  I don’t want to hug you. I just want to hand you a homemade cookie or a ham and cheese sandwich or buy you a cup of coffee.  Or so really crispy wontons.

Take them. Take a chance. Serve somebody.








4 thoughts on “Feeding People

  1. I have always been hit really hard in the heart by people holding signs or asking for a hand out. Homelessness and hunger are the two most sensitive areas in my heart. Nothing brings tears faster.
    I remember going to Washington D.C. on vacation as a kid. We were headed to the Hard Rock Cafe and there were “beggars” sitting almost shoulder to shoulder along the walls of the buildings we passed.
    I recall my mother didn’t give anyone anything and I could not understand why. It hurt, even as a small kid.
    Fast forward and even in my selfish 20’s I couldn’t pass by someone with a sign without hurting for them and most often, stopping to give, sometimes the dinner I’d just bought for the family, or even money that should go to bills.
    To me, I’ve always had this heart, it is just how I am compelled. And as I have aged, I often think about Jesus and what He said in Matthew 25:35-40
    I have heard people criticize and condemn giving to “those” people, because they may buy drugs or beer or something other than what was expected.
    Firstly and most simply I say, if a gift is given with expections or conditions, it wasn’t really a gift. The heart is in the wrong place.
    But more deeply, and I hope much wiser, and more heart changing, I tell people this now. “We do not know which, or what one, act of kindness will prick the heart of that person and cause a life change for them. It may be your gift that day that causes them to say, “Hey, I’m done with this life, I want something different.”
    So who am I?, how arrogant, and all knowing am I?, to withhold what may mean the difference between life or death, a new life or true life, to that person that is along for a handout.
    I say give, because we may be giving so much more than we even know.
    And I want to thank you and your husband for the gift card, I wish I could share a picture of the amazing meal I had at the Yachats Brewery.
    Thank you.

  2. So Mary You hit the nail on the head. Every time I see someone standing asking for help. I wonder, is that Jesus? If I give them a buck will they use it for drugs? Maybe. But then once I give someone a “gift” it is theirs to use as they see fit, right? So I went to the dollar store got some personal hygiene stuff, energy bars, candy and put them in a little bag and gave one to the first person standing on the corner. Wonder what his reaction to that was! Every time we went to LasVegas there was a guy in a wheelchair with one leg and only one arm outside of the Flamingo Hotel holding a jar of pencils with a sign asking for help. I heard that he was picked up every night in a limo!. So I hear you. I do send stuff to Listening House downtown St. Paul for the homeless via a friend who I worked with for many years. She volunteers down there. I also love to feed people, love to cook, love to entertain. I love your blogs. Keep it up Love Max

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