Have you ever heard the story about the deer on the island? It’s an interesting lesson in abundance and scarcity, two economic terms about which I know precious little.
There was this land mass, upon which scads of deer grazed, that eventually suffered an epic weather event causing part of it to be completely surrounded by water; and island. And, as there were no natural predators and plenty of vegetation, they survived and populated the space where they lived.
As the population grew, the deer ate more of the vegetation and eventually there was not enough to support the size of the herd.
Whereupon, the deer population began a period of attrition.
Whereupon, the vegetation began to increase.
Which caused an increase in the deer population, until such time as the vegetation could no longer support it.
And on and on.
At the Storehouse, we’re trying to determine if July is an outlier, which is a statistics term about which I know even precious littler. Or if it’s the new normal. We served 120, and then 100. And last night we served 85, when our previous highest evening serve had been 64. In fact, not long ago, 85 was a great daytime serve when we had four hours instead of three.
And I’m on my face at the foot of the cross, asking Jesus some pretty critical questions, the greatest of which is possibly, what is our tipping point? What will be the thing or things that cause client attrition? Will clients quit coming because…
Like many good rituals in the Old Testament, our day began with animal sacrifice. Well, that’s not completely true. The sacrifice had already happened. Our day began with the detritus, which is a fifty dollar word for the puke-making stench of rotting residue.
See, we get food items that are too large for distribution. The case in this point was a 40 pound block of frozen chicken legs. They had thawed in the kitchen cooler so we could rebag them. But the bag leaked and the blood ran into the drip pan below, right next to the hot air blower. And it stayed there. For days.
Highest honors to Cat and Kathy for working the morning hours in that wretchedness. Of course, we did what we could, but they could barely breathe. I emptied the pan. We wiped and toweled. Someone went for bleach. Then they couldn’t breathe for a new reason.
I’m going to write the regular Thursday after-serve article, but there are really no words for what happened in the Storehouse today. We served 124 families that Jesus loves. Our old highest was 101. We’d been close several times before, but today was completely off the charts.
The day began for me when I drove by the entrance to bring this morning’s donated food around the back. I was surprised when my eyes filled with tears. It had been two weeks since we’d served, three since a daytime serve. There was a line of maybe 40 people already. A couple of wheelchairs and walkers were in the mix; several had brought their own chairs to sit while they waited. Obvious broken bodies; not so obvious broken hearts.
Well, if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s the calendar.
Our Storehouse serves on Thursdays. And I probably should have looked over the entire year to see what days of importance landed on a Thursday in 2019, but I didn’t. I’ve been playing this week by week.
But a few weeks ago, I suddenly realized the 4th of July landed on a Thursday. And when I asked our volunteers about serving, most of them said they would be away with family and friends.
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