Growing up in a small town, I was not introduced to the wonderful world of volunteering. That is something I discovered on my own as an adult. I started to do it as a way to give back to my community-as a reminder that there were far worse things in life than being 25 and lonely. I also did it as a productive way to try to meet people.
I enjoy volunteering. I think it is fun to spend a Saturday morning painting the hallway at an elementary school or sorting and shelving books at my favorite non-profit. I have a friend that I do a lot of my volunteering with, and getting to spend that time with her is an added bonus to doing a small part to make a difference.
That being said, I have never volunteered on the holidays. This year, I am signed up to help serve dinner to the homeless at the Union Gospel Mission. I have been assigned to the dessert table, which could be a challenge. Putting someone with a massive sweet tooth in charge of the sweets is just plain mean. Or a cosmic joke-I'm not sure which yet as I don't know who is in charge of the work assignments.
I am looking forward to doing this project. I downloaded and filled out my volunteer application today, which was a little odd. I don't think they are going to like my answer concerning how my relationship with Jesus Christ has changed my life. I wasn't rude about it, but per their instructions, answered honestly that my faith has been sorely tested by James' death and that relationship is going to take time to heal. I'm pretty sure it isn't going to hinder my abilities to hand out cookies. Wanting to eat them all on the other hand...