Heaven, Korea, and Sheltering the Least of Us
February 5, 2014
By Mike Boyce
Two programs that I don’t need my arm twisted when asked to volunteer are serving on a Walk to Emmaus and the nights when Mt Bethel shelters the homeless. Both programs have volunteers who need no encouragement to pitch in and help. They simply look around, see what needs to be done, and do it. I think that’s what heaven is like. If the CAC had a milk shake blender and a vending machine with free Fig Newtons and Oreos, then I know I would be in my celestial home.
When Mt Bethel gathers in the least of us, I like to work the morning shift. I call the volunteers who come out in the wee hours of the morning the Dawn Patrol. The arrive so early that you can pull up to the exit of the Post Office parking lot and not drink a cup of coffee waiting for a gap to appear in the traffic on Lower Roswell. You can drive through the Mt Bethel parking lot without dodging the car pools, or beat the Sysco truck and park along the curb next to the kitchen. They arrive at an hour when it’s beyond cold. It’s the kind of cold that East Cobb parents don’t have to negotiate with their kids about wearing a sweater or even a jacket. The frigidity reminds me of wintering over in Korea in a tent with temperatures so low that I never thought I would thaw out. It’s an hour when I’m not surprised that the first three people I meet are from the Mt. Bethel Veterans Ministry, some having been there all night. Service: it’s in their DNA.
Like me, many of these volunteers, as they roll air mattresses, sort and bag the bedding, and restock the store room, do so with the humbling thought of, “There but for the grace of God…” We may be serving the Least of Us, but they in turn remind of us that to whom much is given, much is expected. Thank you Dawn Patrol for all that you do to bless so many by being the hands of Christ. See more Dawn Patrol pictures here.