Today I spent many hours preparing food for a celebration of life service. It was my honor to do so and I was touched by the trust that had been bestowed on me. It was important to me to return that trust and so I worked very hard to make sure that everything that I made was as good as it could be.
When all the preparations were completed, the celebration service began. The moderator opened with a moment of silence. Afterwards friends and family members shared their special memories about a man who was well-loved and who will be missed very much.
After the service, I realized that I had yet to deliver my pie of the day. I’d made it for a friend of mine but when I called tonight, she did not answer. As it was nearing nightfall, I thought I would find someone in need of dinner and honor my friend another day.
After a short ride through the downtown plaza in Ashland, I spotted several outdoor urban dwellers and parked my car. As I approached the men, I held out the quiche and asked if they would like it. Immediately they both began thanking me and said that they would bring the quiche to the church shelter to share with the others who were there. As I left, they thanked me again and wished me a good evening.
As I was driving home I was struck by this thought: I put the same attention and care into the feast as I did with the quiche and it does not matter who receives our gifts; what is more important is that we use them.
“It’s not how much we give but how much love we put into giving.”
— Mother Teresa