The Best Calling: Thoughts on a Harvest
I have the best calling ever: Humanitarian Coordinator. Essentially, I am responsible for finding worthwhile projects or causes in the community to promote within the ward. I usually have some kind of big project every three months or so.
In the past we’ve done Habitat for Humanity, Valentine’s gifts for women in a battered women’s shelter, Adopt-A-Family for Christmas, a 5k run to help abandoned babies, school supplies for an orphanage in Uganda, and most recently, gleaning a field for produce to be donated to a local food bank.
Some of the neat things about the calling are a) getting to focus on community events that particularly resonate with my ideals b) being able to get out in the community and do worthwhile things that are outside our normal experience, and c) the insights gained from doing these things that are a bit out of the ordinary.
Last Friday, after our gleaning activity, I was struck by a few things. Getting those carrots out of the ground was unexpectedly hard work. Often I would slave for 5 minutes trying to get just one measly carrot out of the ground. I had a whole new respect and appreciation for the difficult job farm workers do day in and day out. I also began to reflect with some shame on the amount of produce I throw away, just because of bad planning and/or laziness. And most surprisingly, I sort of gained a new appreciation for dinner time prayer. I’ve never cared much for the ritual, but now I can see how meaningful such a ritual could be, particularly when one has worked so hard for a harvest and when just one carrot might be the difference between your child going to bed hungry or not.
This has by far been the best calling I’ve ever had. What has been your best calling?