This Sunday during his homily, our priest asked, “Do you have enough?”
I began to think back to a story my aunt told me about my Grandma Dorie. My grandma grew up dirt poor in the hills of rural Virginia, back when children were only to speak when spoken to and when girls were second to boys. During especially lean times, my great-grandmother would feed the adults in the house before she’d feed the children. The adults, especially the men-folk, had to be sustained for their hard physical labor.
I imagined being my grandma as a child; smelling biscuits baking from scratch, mashed potatoes warming on the stove top, a roast finishing on the countertop, and knowing that if the grown-ups didn’t finish the meal, then I might be able to have a bite or two of what was left over. The physical pain of hunger couldn’t possibly measure the emotional pain of being denied the basic human need for food.
With that thought, my mind wandered to the kids we serve at the Boys & Girls Clubs. They often don’t have enough. They experience the same childhood hunger in inner-city Cleveland that my grandma suffered all those years ago in rural Virginia.
Meal Distribution at Broadway Club |
The difference is that my grandma had nowhere to go to get help; the kids in Cleveland do! They have us! And we have a partnership with The Cleveland Foodbank that ensures that every young person who visits us will get to eat a solid meal that day, no restrictions. We are also sending some kids home with backpacks full of food for the weekend. We are lessening the pain of childhood hunger for these kids.
You know, children can’t help where or when or to whom they are born or control their environments, but we, as adults, can help where or when or whom we help, and we can change the lives of children, provided we have enough.
Do you have enough?