Most of my work is done during the day on the night we serve. Actually, it starts the day before, when I remember to get out a tukey to thaw on Wednesday morning and take inventory of vegetables and supplies to see what I will need to pick up on Thursday. Thursday morning, I roast the turkey and head off to Produce Junction and/or the grocery store for whatever is lacking. In the afternoon, I take the meat off the bones and cut up the veggies, boil the barley or quinoa or whatever, add the spices and let the soup simmer. I try to touch base with the other volunteers who are going to be serving that night, at least to line up some one to ride shot gun with me to be responsible for Altoids.
Once I get down to the park, some of the men and other team members help unload and set up. We get everything arranged. Soup, cups, spoons, spaghetti, sandwiches, hot sauce, salt, pepper, iced tea, cups, hard boiled eggs, fruit, peanuts, napkins, pastries, power packs, cookies, milk; volunteers in position; Father bless!
I used to always serve the soup. I jealously guarded serving the soup. Now I don’t do anything. I just stand around and talk; with both eyes wide open. Two weeks ago, a young man asked me who the pastor of the group was. I said, “Well, we are from more than one church. I am the director of The King’s Jubilee, which is this ministry. Over there is Fr. Christos who is pastor of Holy Annunciation Greek Orthodox Church, Elkins Park. He is talking to Fr. Noah who is pastor of St. Philip Antiochian Orthodox Church, Souderton. Those folks over there are from Holy Ascension Orthodox Church, Downingtown. This fellow here is from St. Stephen’s Orthodox Cathedral, NE Phila.”
He smiled, shook his head and said, “You sure do have it going on! Thank you all for the fine work you’re doing!”