It is Tuesday, the day after Thanksgiving. “Cold Turkey” day as described by some. And as I reflect back on this past weekend for myself, words like fabulous, fun, wonderful, and satisfying come to mind.
Because of various work schedules, we had our “family” celebration meal on Saturday. Sixteen people in total at my son’s house, including in-laws and friends, both local and from Calgary. Sunday included church in the morning, helping out at the Mission at noon, a bit of wine touring in the afternoon, and another smaller family dinner that evening.
On Monday, it was full-speed ahead as we served almost 600 meals of turkey, ham, mashed potatoes, stuffing, vegetables, and gravy. This is a new record for us at the Mission. But thanks to a superb staff and an army of enthusiastic volunteers, the day came off without a hitch. Everyone was not only satiated physically, but also had the opportunity to kick-back at Habitat across the street for some great music, coffee, and pumpkin pie. The atmosphere was warm, inviting, and might I even say “family-like”.
And that is probably the most important thing that we provide at the Mission. A place to belong. A place to be cared-for and care-for. A place that is safe, and non-judgmental. I didn’t mention that on Saturday after the meal was finished, we carried on a common family tradition of going around the table, with each one sharing what he or she was thankful for. However, my sweet daughter-in-law injected her own new rule. (She could after all, since it was her house.) “You can’t say family or friends as things you are thankful for.” We started around the table, and it was soon apparent that most of us had a difficult time coming up with something other than family and friends. It is not because we weren’t thankful for the houses or food or jobs we had. It is just that when it comes down to the wire, the most important thing in this life is the relationships we have. Everything else it seems can be replaced. But our loved ones, those we hold dear to our hearts, are the reason we exist.
The sad reality is that many of those we serve at the mission have lost that reason. They no longer have the joy of coming home and being welcomed by people whom they love. And that is why we do what we do. Food and shelter for the body are of course necessary. But oh, that food and shelter for the soul, that is a privilege to share. And for that, I am very thankful.