Make a Difference Mondays

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I listen to  KLOVE, a radio station that has decided all mondays are now "Make a difference Monday".  Everyone is suggested to do something nice to someone else but try not to let them know who did it and  so far, it’s been a lot of fun.

A couple Mondays ago, I’m in the drivethrough buying some fast food, and I hear the next person behind me over the speaker inside. He was speaking mostly spanish, and my spanish is not good, it seemed he wanted to buy a burger. I ask the attendant what he wanted and the attendant said he wanted a couple burgers but doesn’t have enough to buy more than one and get a drink. There must have been a couple people in the car. I told the attendant to let me pay for his meal. She looked at me and asked if I knew him. I said nope, and by the way add in an extra burger… and a another medium drink. She swiped my card and I drove off. I thought to myself "I’m having way too much fun with this".

 Later the next week there was a lady in front of me in walmart. She had a basket full of groceries and a cash card which she thought had $40 on it. The cashier advised her she only had 80 cents left on the card. The lady looks scared for a second then blurted out that her friend had cash and she would be right back. Well, I really didnt have time to wait. I paid for both hers and mine. As I walked out she was running back into the store with her friend. I just about busted up laughing when she found out it was paid for. I jumped into my car before the cashier could point me out.

We don’t do this every day but just watch for the chance when we can remain anonymous. I remember hearing the stories about how people survived the depression. They shared, fed each other and sometimes just picked up a bag of groceries for a neighbor they knew was on hard times. I’m just trying to do what our parents did. It seemed to change peoples lives back then I suspect it should do the same now.

I recently bought a bag of groceries for a young family down the street. I Just left it on their doorstep, rang the doorbell, and ran. The next day I saw her husband walking out of his garage start looking at all the houses nearby his house. I assume he was wondering who it was.

My hope is this. If I help someone, and that person helps someone, then in a very short time we are all helping each other and soon we can all praise God together. All due to a few items in a grocery bag. Maybe the city I live in all begin to praise God. Maybe we, as a community of humans, begin to find in our hearts a desire to direct and employ the professionals who know how to treat mental illness, so to slow down the every increasing number of homeless on our streets. Maybe then we can funnel our private efforts into churches which specialize in homelessness, or reconcilliation or new beginnings/life and ask the churches to send ministers out to the poor and the needy in our local towns. Maybe the churches, in turn, will call on city leaders to build new facilities and employ unemployed nurses and doctors to heal the homeless and the poor in our communities. Perhaps we can tell Washington’s BIG OVERLORDING GOVERNMENT to go home and fix their own crime rates in their own towns because my town has already ended the healthcare problems in Colorado.

All of this maybe from a simple bag of groceries. If you find a fresh bag of groceries on your door step, smile, because God has great plans for you! :)

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