Jesus for a day

If you read the Good Book, you will come across many, many references of Jesus (or Hey-Soos Christo, if you’re Spanish) performing loads of wonderfully kind deeds. Stilling the storm. Withering the fig tree (I never understood that one). Turning water to wine (I wish I could do that, would be a hit at parties). Walking on water. And my personal favorite, feeding the masses.

Well, on Monday, I was Jesus for a day. A small group of us woke up at sparrow fart, even way before the sun rose, and headed to a local food bank to give out small gift packs to the homeless folk. We collected toothpaste and shampoo and combs, and nail brushes and all sorts of odd things for them. We wrapped them all up into small bags. And gave them away.

Then the once-a-month delivery truck came. We helped offload the truck and pack the food items onto various shelves. Brace yourselves, for here comes another miracle. With the food they receive – which wasn’t very much – they have to feed two people a month.

But if the good Lord can feed 5000 hungry people with five loaves and two fishes, surely we can feed two hundred with about 100 cans of pie filling and apple slices and peanut butter.

Either way, good deed done for the festive season.

Side not to the Big Guy: I hope you’re keeping tabs on this, I’ll need to make a claim someday.