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Recently, I had the privilege to volunteer at my local Big Kitchen near my university. Luckily, it's run by the church I already attend, so I knew some of the others who were helping out. I was really nervous for some reason- I've never done anything like that before, but I knew it would definitely be worth it in the end.
I arrived around 11 and was introduced to everyone. I then started to help prepare the snacks of fresh fruit. Those in the kitchen heated food of baked beans, hot dogs, toast, tea, coffee, juice and snacks and cupcakes to serve. I wrapped knives and forks and tried to remain calm.
The doors opened at 11.30 and a few of the men walked in with the tickets they received at the door. My job was to welcome them in, get chatting to them and generally wander round smiling and offering cups of tea. At first I was a bit apprehensive- everyone else who had done it before knew people's names and got chatting immediately. I decided to man up and asked to sit with a guy who'd already got his food. I introduced myself and asked him about his week. He then told me it'd been awful, that he'd been admitted to hospital for alcohol abuse and was told if he didn't eat, he'd die within a few weeks. I was astounded! I then got chatting to a man who had braces on his feet. I asked him how his week was and introduced myself. He told me that he'd had an 'ok' week but had been admitted to hospital for his feet last week. I couldn't chat to him for long because he needed to speak to one of the other team members, but I got him some more food and cups of tea and wished him well.
I was beginning to feel more confident now and so approached a guy who was sat by himself. At the same time one of the other team members also approached him, so we sat down with him and began to chat. He asked me how I came to be at the kitchen and then suggested "Was it to meet guys?". I knew immediately this was going to be a very interesting conversation. I agreed that yes, it was to meet men. He chuckled and pointed at the other team member and asked "Him?" I laughed and said unfortunately he's not my type. He's too tall! We all chuckled (I've always wanted to use that word) and we asked how his week had been and he told us it'd been great. He asked me suddenly if I believed in God. I said yes, that I was a Christian. We then started talking about if there was a God, if there was, would they be male or female, what does the Bible say and so on and so forth. It was a really interesting conversation and I listened to all he had to say. I found it intriguing to listen to his opinions as I'd never heard anything like it! He asked if I would be there next week to carry on the conversation and I said I would be. He then left and I started to wander round, tidying up where I could.
I saw a couple in the corner and asked to sit with them. They unfortunately could not speak English, but I still tried to make conversation. I asked them where they were from, how long they'd been in the UK, whether they liked it and they asked if I was a student, if I liked the university and what I was studying. I helped clear their table and sat down with another couple. The lady was telling me how she was made redundant from several jobs but that she became a Christian and although her situation is still quite bad, she was hopeful for the future! I thought that was incredible! What an inspiration. She introduced me to her partner who was fro South Africa. He was also a Christian and he asked me about my testimony. I shared it with him and he seemed so interested in what I had to say and then told me his testimony and about he's still waiting to hear from God what the rest of the plan is. I won't go into it now, but it really is incredible. We even shared some scripture together which was just amazing!! I wished them well and hoped to see them soon, although deep down, I hoped they never would. I want their situation to get better so they don't have to come back. Although if they did, I'd love to sit and chat with them again.
It was time to clear up, so we packed down and made our ways home. It was such an incredible experience and I could honestly go on about it for ages! I was made to feel really comfortable and I hoped I did the same for those who came. This is such a cliché but it put my life into perspective. These weren't "hobos" these were people who had to deal with and face terrible situations on a day to day basis with little support from anyone. I hope to help out again in future- in fact, I've given the days I'm free to the people who organise the Big Kitchen so hopefully, I'll be back to help out once again.