I eat three meals a day, most days. I have an endless array of foods available to me. If I choose to cook my own food, I can go to my choice of grocery stores and buy the most appealing ingredients for my use. If I decide to let someone else cook, I can select from a list of restaurants that takes up several Yellow Pages in advertisements. What would life be like if my choice of culinary satisfaction was not to be found in a shiny clean kitchen … but in a garbage dump? What if me and my children had to dig through piles of stinking garbage alongside rats and buzzards to find something to put in my stomach? That’s not a fantasy … it is a sad reality for many people in the world.
One doesn’t have to work very hard to find people nearby who are in need. When we consider the poverty of third world countries we can be overwhelmed. Fixing world hunger seems to be out of our hands. And maybe we can’t solve it forever, but would you consider doing something one day to help feed hungry people for a short time?
Trey Morgan wants to do something about it, and I plan to join him. Read his blog post HERE for today, and then check his blog out tomorrow for details.
My friend Adam Gonnerman is also joining in the effort. Check out the video at his blog HERE.
Tomorrow many of us are going to try to make a difference. I hope you’ll join in.
John Dobbs
I woke up this morning excited about this project. I am grateful for Trey and you and others who spur us on to good works…
That’s a great idea, John!
When I begin to fret over the little is seems I can do — help just a few, I remember the starfish story. An elderly man walked the beach each morning. As he came across a stranded starfish, he would reach down and toss it into the ocean where it could live.
One morning, a younger man was also walking along the water. When he drew near to the older man, he began to laugh. “Old man — why bother throwing those few back? You can’t make a difference. Look at this beach. There are stranded starfish as far as we can see. You can’t save them all.”
“No, I can’t,” replied the older man.
He picked up another starfish and looked at it a moment. “But it makes a difference to this one.” And drawing his arm back, he threw the starfish into the ocean.
Blessings,
Pat Kashtock
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