It’s currently a very quiet night at the Safehouse. We only have about 12 students here tonight, hanging out, playing video games. Everything is going pretty smoothly. It’s been a long day before we opened and we still have a little over two hours to go before closing time.
Something interesting happened just a short while ago. I was sitting at a table eating a sub from Subway. (Delicious Chicken Bacon Ranch on Italian Herbs and Cheese Bread…yum yum) She came at sat down across for me and simply said, “umm…”
It was the kind of “um” that was definitely more than just “um.” You know? It was her way of trying to say something without saying it so that way I would ask about it and then she would simply respond with a “yes” or “no.”
You see this little girl wasn’t at the Safehouse when my sister served some peanut butter and jelly earlier, and when I offered to make her peanut butter and jelly she responded by making that “vomit motion” and proceeded to tell me that if she ate peanut butter and jelly it would make her, “p…you know, the p word.”
I’m pretty sure she mean “puke.”
Either way, normally I would tell her, “Alright, sorry, we already served the meal, so you have eat what I offer or wait till you get home.” But not tonight. I decided I didn’t want her to be hungry.
So I simply asked, “You want the rest of my sandwich?” I barely even finished asking her before she nodded her head with a simply, “Yeah.”
I was actually a little shocked because I was expecting a “Nah, It’s your sandwich, you eat it. I don’t want to take your sandwich.” But this was a hungry little girl. She was quick to say yes and even quick to say thank you. And then she ate it.
It’s been a quiet night. That little girl isn’t hungry anymore. I’m not either. I’m happy.
This isn’t to boast, this isn’t to brag. It’s an experience I had and wanted to share.
I wouldn’t want to Jesus to go hungry.
“As you do unto the least of these…
…you do unto me.”
– Jesus Christ.