Love Meals | January 2009
Liza's story
Last week while I was at the hall (Evripidou) waiting for the elevator, I overheard two older men talking. One man asked the other if this was his first time attending the love meal and he said yes. So the man began giving directions to the 7th floor and encouraging the other to come upstairs. In fact, he was insisting that he join him. He explained that we (Hellenic Ministries) serve a meal every Monday night and that the people who help are very nice. He spoke very highly about the whole operation, especially about Mr. Bruce (McAtee), and his faithfulness in heading up the event for so many years. I interrupted the men and told them how happy I was that he felt that way about Bruce and the others.
It touched my heart to hear how much this ministry means to those that attend it. Sometimes, we are so busy serving that we don"t realize what an impact we make on the people around us. God really used this occasion to reassure me that people are being touched by the love of Christ in us as we join Him in His work.
Matt's story
The meal was finishing up and I was headed upstairs to get the mops and buckets for cleanup. On my way, between the elevator and the stairs, I began shaking hands with several guys telling them good night and probing around to see if any of them spoke English. This group of 6 or 7 guys pointed me to one guy in their group that did. His name is Mohammed and he, along with the others, is Palestinian. Mohammed told me that none of them had had any contact with their families since the recent conflict with Israel had begun. They expressed their heartache over the situation and concern for their families. Mohammed has been in Greece for three months. He said he has trouble finding work because "they look at my skin and say 'we don't have work.'" These guys are experiencing hardship on a level that goes beyond what most of us have experienced in our lives.
The gift to me that night was their smiles and their embracing handshakes. They communicated that they felt welcomed, a feeling I don't imagine they experience very often.
...for I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me... I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me. (Mt 25:35-40)