My oldest niece, Eileen, is turning 50 tomorrow. She serves on my church's local mission committee with me, and in researching places that might benefit from the funds we raise, she found a food pantry near her home where the director showed her the place she hides the peanut butter and jelly because it is their scarcest commodity. She keeps it out of view so there is not a run on the few jars she has. Eileen has asked all those attending her party this weekend to bring jars of peanut butter and jelly instead of presents for her so she can help restock that shelf at the pantry.
I serve breakfast at a shelter every Tuesday. Today I brought five dozen hard boiled eggs with me from ladies at my church - the eggs ran out 45 minutes before breakfast service did. For 45 minutes I had to look into the disappointed eyes of those who came after 8:15 as I uttered the words over and over, "Sorry, we ran out." The last two people I served before we close at 9 were a grandmother who often comes in with her toddler grandchild. There is not one thing that makes this delightful little boy we all call Boo different from your children and grandchildren other than the fact that he eats at soup kitchens. The world is too much with me lately.

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