Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Sandwich preparation for the Hungry



Class,

I got a call last night with an opportunity to do some help - feeding the hungry.

There are scores of homeless people who survive in the downtown Atlanta area and are in need of food.  There is an organization who delivers sandwiches to the hungry, every Saturday.

Last month, it was the 12th grade and the 1st graders who teamed up.  This time, we are partnering up with the 2nd grade class.  I am going to work with the 2nd grade teacher and see what their class can contribute towards preparing the sandwich.

Our class will be making about 50 sandwiches and we will go to downtown along with the other group to deliver it to the hungry.  About 4 volunteers from our class can drive down with me to do the actual delivery.

Is anyone available this Saturday?  If so, let me know who is available. Let's plan accordingly and I will try to get some of the ingredients from our partner class.  If not, we will have to do it the following week or so.  


Here is a high level plan:

Check availability of class members
Inquire with 2nd Grade Teacher about participation and availability
Schedule convenient date for preparation and delivery
Maintain contact list of those involved
Communicate event date to all parties involved
Prepare ingredient list
Get volunteers to sign up for ingredients
Communicate collection time for ingredient and inform agents
Identify volunteers to drive to downtown
Organize students to pick up ingredients
Identify student volunteers to prepare sandwich
Wrap up sandwiches.
Arrange vehicle to drive
Pack up Mustard and Mayonnaise
Deliver prepared sandwiches
Drop off students
Communicate about the distribution to everyone including organizers.
Share pictures

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Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Learning opportunities


Once in Japan, a samurai warrior slew his master with his sword in a fit of rage. He repented immediately but the deed was done and he knew that if he was caught he would be put to death. So he immediately fled the village.

His wanderings took him to a remote village that was separated from the rest of the world by a mountain. The path across the mountain was narrow and treacherous and many villagers had lost their lives while traversing it. The murderer decided to atone for his sin by single-handedly cutting a road through the mountain to end the isolation of the village.

He worked from dawn to dusk and in four years had penetrated halfway into the mountain. One morning when he was hard at work in the tunnel, a young man called out to him to come out. He was the son of the man who had been murdered. He wanted revenge.

“I deserve to die,” said the former samurai. “Slay me by all means but wait until I’ve completed this tunnel.”

The young man agreed to wait. He watched fascinated as day after day the samurai laboured at a seemingly impossible task. The rocks he was digging through were so massive that at the end of a day’s work they seemed not to have been touched at all. The young man began to develop a grudging respect for his enemy’s tenacity and determination. Eventually he found himself helping the man—digging side by side with him and carrying out the rubble.

Years passed and then one day the two men broke through to the other side. The mountain had been conquered at last and the centuries-old isolation of the village had been ended.

“Now I am ready to die,” said the samurai, kneeling before the young man. “Cleave my head in two.”

The youth raised his sword with a cry, the blood rushing to his head. At last his father’s death would be avenged. But he found he could not bring himself to do it. Slowly he lowered his sword.

“You’re a murderer,” he said. “But I’ve learnt much from you in these last few years. How can I harm my teacher?”

And he sheathed his sword and walked away.

Moral: We can learn from our enemies too.


Japanese folk tale. 

Monday, November 14, 2011

Goldfish burial





Little Laura was in the garden filling in a hole when her neighbor peered over the fence.

Interested in what the cheeky-faced youngster was up to, he politely asked, "What are you up to there, Laura?"

"My goldfish died," replied Laura tearfully, without looking up, "and I've just buried him."

The neighbor was concerned, "That's an awfully big hole for a goldfish, isn't it?"

Laura patted down the last heap of earth then replied, "That's because he's inside your cat."

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Grounded


Little Johnny went along with his Dad to wave bye to Uncle Sunny at the airport.

Airport was a new experience and little Johnny was learning new things.  Uncle Sunny went to the airline counter attendant and tried to check in baggage.  After sometime, he appeared pale and returned to his relatives saying, I have to wait an additional 5 hours at the airport."

"How come?," little Johnny asked.

"My plane has been grounded," Uncle Sunny explained.

"Grounded?" cried little Johnny.  "I didn't know these planes had parents."


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I hear a lot of comments like these while dealing with the little tots at the Sunday school, and it's fun talking to them.

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Notes in your mail

Class, check your email.  I've mailed you the lesson summary that we discussed in class yesterday.  It should help those of you who want to excel in your mid-term test.

Drop me a one line return email saying. "Got it.'

Don't spend more than 30 minutes studying the material.  All of it, you've learned in the class and should not be hard.  Email me, if you have any questions, and I will answer all of them within a 24 hour period.

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The bright side

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Whom to trust



"For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; 
They will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone."
- Psalm 91:12

For a moment, let's think about the last flight we took.  We were on a journey towards a particular destination. We were unable to see our pilots during our flight. We have never met them nor seen them; all we heard was their voice over the PA system. Yet, we trusted them and handed over our lives and our families' life in their hands. We trusted them they would take us to our exact destination.We trusted them to know how to fly the airplane. We trusted them they would get us there on time, safely.

In short we trusted the pilots with everything and listened to their instructions verbatim - when to buckle up, when to walk around, etc. In case of emergency, we would act exactly the way the pilot's team instructs us.  These pilots do not know us, nor have any connection with us - yet we trust them.

Take a look at our loving God.  We don't see him during our journey on this planet.  How many of us listen to His instructions, how many of us even try to understand Him despite the love He provided us by sacrificing His only son for us to have forgiveness and eternal life.

Many people enjoy spending time with other people, rather than their own creator. Numerous others go to church to meet other people and hardly even acknowledge the presence of God - they just don't see Him there.

Every Sunday, we read out Psalms 91 at church - those who arrive early get a chance to listen to it.  I've noticed people reading it out mechanically without paying attention to a single sentence what's contained in that psalm, nor trying to comprehend it's meaning.

People prefer trusting other imperfect people more than the perfect, loving and mighty God.  They just don't trust God and His army of angels to guard them in all their ways and to lift them up.

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