For morning devotions, Joan talked about the parable of the lost coin. To demonstrate, she had 9 coins which she dropped on the floor, one under the row of men sitting on along the wall. Jokingly, the men all jumped towards the money, pretending to grab for it. Then, with a broom, she acted out the woman looking desperately for the coin. With a sweep of her arms, she ushered to the men to ‘get up and help her look.’ About six men all jumped up and started to pretend to look under their seats for the coin, which of course was right there. After a minute, Joan asked ‘did you find it?’. The men all laughed and shook their heads saying ‘Oh no, no!’ and laughing. They all had a great sense of humour. It was a very funny and real moment.
Later that day, right after lunch, a donation of food came in. Out of the fruits and vegetables, likely about 85% of it was rotted. The workers worked really quickly, tearing open bags, trying to find one or two good tomatoes out of a bag of molded ones. A big bag of mixed produce got thrown on one of the tables. The people could look through and take something if they wanted too. The bottom of the bag had about an inch of moldy water in it. I had a flashback of us a few weeks ago in a Tim Hortons in Brockville. We had started talking to the girl serving us. She told us that because of food regulations and possible lawsuits, they had to throw out all of the food every night, rather than donate it. I thought about all of the food regulations we have in our schools, and restaurants. Like so many things, these seem a double edged sword. Although a necessity, these regulations often border on extremes, We throw out bread if it isn’t as soft as we would like it. Our homeless friends today were fighting over rotted food.
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