Matthew 25:35-40
The Lord said, “I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink,
I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you gave me clothing,
I was sick and you took care of me, I was in prison and you visited me.”
Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when was it that we saw you hungry and gave you food or thirsty and gave you something to drink?
And when was it that we saw you a stranger and welcomed you or naked and gave you clothing?
And when was it that we saw you sick or in prison and visited you?’
And he will answer them, “Truly I tell you, just as you did it to one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did it to me.”
I chose this reading because I, myself, need the reminder that there are many, many good people in this world. I say this a lot here – “There are more good people than terrible people” – and I firmly believe that to be true.
But sometimes I find myself forgetting to believe it – especially when I’ve been reading reports of the endless killings in Gaza, or the language of “otherness” used so often today about anyone we view as “different,” where “different” has come to mean “less than.” So I need reminders of goodness, and that’s what I want to offer today, using two local examples.
The first is the Christmas Project that comes out of my husband’s church in Geyserville. Every year people of this small town – the majority of whom have no other connection to the church -- come together, in a dozen different ways to provide food boxes and individual gifts for anywhere from 85 to 125 families. This year there were requests for about 465 individual gifts.
Geyserville is a very small town. The only reason we can do this is that there are folks who donate to a special fund that pays for all this, and then folks who fit themselves in where they fit best. Different folks shop, or sort and count donated gifts, do the computer work to track numbers, make dozens of phone calls, collect donations.. One small group makes a run to the next town to pick up cases of canned vegetables, others lug 100 lb. bags of potatoes or onions or rice. The last morning another group makes the “chicken run” to pick up a pick-up truck load of meat, and then the wrappers arrive to wrap the 450+ gifts.
The most amazing part of all of this is that no one needs to be told what to do or how to do it – they know the tasks they have chosen. – and they’ve been doing this for years – and they’re raising their children to do it too. I flat-out love these people.
My second “it really is a good world” story comes from Plowshares Community Dining Center a little to the north in Ukiah. Plowshares is a year round fixture that provides a daily hot meal for anyone. I’ll quote from Plowshares themselves to explain what they do with a small staff and a truly amazing cast of volunteers:
- This year our amazing volunteers donated over 22,000 hours of service, allowing us to provide over 77,000 free meals to our hungry community.
- Our volunteer cooks made roughly 400 meals a day!
- Our Meals-On-Wheels drivers, drove over 8,300 miles, and the MOW runners knocked on roughly 16,000 doors delivering over 56,000 meals to our community's homebound disabled seniors.
- Our Volunteer servers, dished-out over 21,000 meals to our dining room guests, and then, they served seconds!
Like Geyserville’s story this one is run on volunteer efforts. Local churches, businesses, and individuals donate not only their labor but food and cleaning supplies – 365 days a years. And I am willing to bet that every one of these volunteers, performing every one of these repetitive acts has a wonderful time doing it. This is Joy for them.
These are only two examples out of small-town Northern Calif. Examples of people helping other people. People caring about others. I doubt anyone has ever heard of them other than the people directly involved.
And I suspect such local groups of giving people exist all over – in every country – the folks who come together to try to meet the needs of the time and place – folks who care.
They may call God by different names, or maybe no name at all. They may believe differently than we do – but we share the same heart. Do unto others as you would have them do for you. It doesn’t matter what language we use, all God’s children understand this one. And we ARE all God’s children...
- “I was hungry and you gave me food.....
- I was a stranger and you welcomed me.”
That’s the Good News I needed to hear today.
Thanks be to God