Author Mike Rush - Storehouse Director
The other day, we had a brand-new volunteer helping in the Storehouse on a Wednesday morning, a day when we’re not in operation and other volunteers aren’t around. Her help was needed because on Wednesday, we pick up donated food items at one of the city’s local gas stations, and we’d been given almost 30 half gallons of milk that morning.
She was putting them in the refrigerator, preparing them for distribution the next day. I was bringing in and weighing the rest of the donation of sandwiches, corndogs, and eggrolls.
During one of those trips, she sought me out, frantic. "I’ve dropped one of the half gallons and there’s milk all over the floor", she said.
I helped her get a couple of rags from the kitchen, far too little for a half-gallon sized spill. She was desperate to clean it all up, but I explained it could wait, and I’d come back with a mop and bucket to do a thorough cleaning.
After the milk was in the fridge and were leaving, I could tell she was a bit despondent over what had happened. In the parking lot I said, "let me tell you something about spilled milk."
"There’s spilled milk here at the CMC every day. Each one of us takes our turn, occasionally, spilling the metaphorical milk. And I think it happens so that Jesus can use it to keep our faces on the ground before him, as a daily reminder that he didn’t bring us here because there was something special in us that he needed here, but that he wanted us here so that he could do something special through us."
And then I prayed for us both, thanking Jesus for the opportunity to serve together at the CMC.