It's possible to think you have Food Stamps placed on your card and find out that you don't. It's also possible to find out that your income report is being processed (10 days) over a holiday weekend. Both these things are happening, and the bottom line is that we're out of groceries. (Our usual food bank is closed.) That's how we found ourselves driving to a big church off Bradshaw near the 50. We walked through the wood-paneled church, following the signs that reminded me so much of an airport.
We filled out an application which, among other questions, asked if we were church attendees. Boy, are we not! I'm Jewish, and my husband is a B'aha'i. We told this to Brother M. He talked for some time about the ingratitude of some of Jesus' followers who, fed one day on loaves and fishes, were angry that they couldn't have that service again. Then Brother M. prayed for us and got us a bag of groceries replete with macaroni and cheese, ramen, the kind of stuff that can make you obese or diabetic if overused. We left. I have never been so desperate as to go through this for one bag of groceries.
Friday, September 3, 2010
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