Hearts Against Hunger: A Virtual Food Drive

Last night, as I was cleaning up the kitchen from our overabundant steak dinner complete with vegetables, potatoes, rolls, and watermelon, I was listening to 60 Minutes and a story about the number of homeless, and hungry, children in the United States. You can watch that report here: Hard Times Generation: homeless kids. 

I was able to make a more personal  connection as I thought about the homeless child that went to the school I taught at last year.  It is a school in a middle-class neighborhood, and even though I did not have any homeless students in my class, I was told of at least one homeless child in another teacher’s class.  There may have been more, but I only heard about the one. 

I also thought about our school district offering free lunches to students during the summer – students whose most hearty meal is most likely at school everyday – and with school not being in session that meal being absent.  I had not heard of a school district offering meals during the summer before now.  That is not to say school districts have not done this in the past or that it is not typical for some districts, but I just had not heard about it until now. 

This is obviously more of a problem than I ever thought.  As I listened to that 60 Minutes report I felt convicted about how much I whine about the food we have that I don’t like or don’t want to eat or how many times we have plenty of food in the house but go out to eat anyway just because we’re not “craving” anything we have in the refrigerator. I thought about how I had just devoured my dinner without even really reflecting on it as a blessing. 

But despite my conviction I was still asking myself, “Well, what now?  What can I do about it?”  I was very eager to just put it out of my mind to make myself feel better.  There’s of course not anything I could possible do to help such a massive problem.

This morning as a read through my Twitter feed I saw a link to another faithful, Christian blog entitled Hearts Against Hunger.  I love it when God points me directly to the place where He wants me!

So now I want to ask you . . .