Reflection Paper On Eritrica

At church, in addition to my participation in the worship services, I volunteered at our church’s soup kitchen, medical camps and elementary school for underprivileged children. These experiences opened my eyes to the deprivation of love and care in the world and a dire need of God’s grace for people at large so they could receive forgiveness, healing and restoration in their lives.

This past summer, I acquired an internship at Baldwin and Lyons, an insurance company in Indianapolis. Every Wednesday during my internship, a couple of employees and I would participate in a prodigious community service project, Meals on Wheels. Throughout the three months that I worked at Baldwin and Lyons, I got acquainted with some of the individuals whom we delivered to. These inspiring individuals were so grateful and appreciative that we took time out of our day to volunteer to do such a service. One elderly woman who we delivered to would sing to us as she came to the front door “good meals, good meals, good meals.” She is one woman that I will never forget. First going into this, I was elated knowing I was I getting out of the

The following week, we spent most of our time in the poorest parts of the city. There we went door-to-door sharing the love of God and had Vacation Bible Schools for the kids. This is when I realized how blessed I truly was. For the first time, I got to see the privations and penury environment that the citizens of Third World countries had to endure. The unpaved streets were covered in trash. Many houses, made of tin sheets, had collapsed on themselves. The people had to share wells, where they drew their parasitic water. Men, women, and children sat on the sides of the roads begging for money, because they were sick, hungry, and needed money for food and proper medication. The site of these atrocious states of living broke my heart, and showed me how blessed I really was for not having to face these problems.

in 2014 the United Nation’s refugee agency reported that the number of society forced to escape their houses across the global had outstripped 50 million their times since the World War II Crisis. The leader of Salvation Army territorial Ollie and his wife were listening to the report about refugee on the radio then they decided that they wanted see the refugee. Next Monday the local newspaper ran a story saying The Salvation Army was receiving donations of clothes for refugees, even though Christine did not ask for that. She and Ollie only found out when a TV station phoned to ask how the clothing appeal was going. That was first they heard, they said “we felt this was God’s way of saying to use that we must care about the refugees.

Although I loved all of my at home volunteer work, I especially loved doing good in countries that needed more help. I sponsor a six year old girl in Bolivia named Reina through Compassion International, she is one of the most spectacular kids I have ever met. She lives in a barely livable cinder block house and yet she is beyond proud of every tiny detail of it. Reina lives with her 4 brothers, her mother, father, and her aunt in this two bedroom structure and yet they don’t complain one

One day, while sitting in church listening to our Pastor give a sermon about helping others I felt something inside me that made me talk to my friend and her husband about something we could do to help others. While doing our research we found out that The Salvation Army can only accommodate a certain amount of people and because of this, many people lie under bridges, on benches around town, and in or near abandoned buildings.

The facility that I am placed at for my field practicum is called Mary’s Outreach Center. Mary’s Outreach Center is located in Rochester, New York and has only been in business for six years. Initially this program only passed out clothes to about a dozen refugees. The refugees who received clothing from Mary Outreach Center started to tell others about the clothes that they were receiving, which brought dozens of other refugees. After about one year of being housed in a small room, Mary’s Place moved into a historical Catholic Church built in 1917, because they started to have too many people and not enough room to service them. The church was gutted out on the inside, besides a select few

It is amazing how compassionate the people of Veracruz can be. They are so poor and can barely afford anything for themselves and yet they give without hesitation to complete strangers. The migrants could not survive the journey without people like this reaching out to help them. Hundreds of migrants riding past Veracruz, and it seems as though everyone of them is given something. Churches which open their doors to house and feed the migrants show the true meaning of charity. I can't imagine what it is like to be one of these migrants, where my basic needs of food, water, and shelter were not fulfilled, nor can any of us. To us, a bit of bread or a bottle of water does not mean much, but to these migrants it is like being given the moon.

During this semester's service learning project, I chose to serve at a community organization called Church On Wheels, Breaking Bread Soup Kitchen. Every night Monday through Friday Breaking Bread opens its doors to the community and provides a meal at no cost. Their mission statement is simple: To carry the gospel of the Lord through feeding the hungry and helping those in need. With this Christ-like love to His people, every night employees and volunteers come together to provide a meal that does not only feed them physically but nourishes the soul of everyone that enters the doors. Within the city of Midland, Texas you will find a diverse culture and community. Due to the recent oil boom, many families found themselves struggling to put a meal on the table. Breaking Bread saw the need in the community to open the doors every night to see that no one would go hungry in our town. With a commitment to see that the poor and needy are served with the love of Christ. On any given night you can expect to find

It gave me the chance to vanquish my fears while also realizing that it is God’s plan for me to help out my community. However, I am not surprised that there are still unanswered questions in my head such as: Why is there such a big hunger problem? Why is this problem not spoken about more often? Is there any other way I can help stop this problem? This service has made me more knowledgeable and aware of my community. In addition, this service project has made me take matters into my own hands. Currently, every time my family goes grocery shopping I make sure they get at least five canned goods for donating. As more of my friends volunteer and more donations come in I think we can end this fight for hunger in southern Louisiana. In addition, I believe that we should all take a step back and be thankful for all that we have because some people don’t have such luxuries. God is omnipresent, He would not want to see His children starving. Finally, I see it as a mission that we volunteers get more people involved to volunteer for the greater

Throughout the chapter “Stranger God” Sr. Marilyn reminds us that refugees are not strangers but instead are our brother and sisters and we should love them as we love our family and friends. She uses the example of three parables in the gospel but the one which stood out to me was the Good Samaritan, in this parable we see two complete strangers who come together despite being strangers. Instead of forgotten the people who are judged either for their sexuality, religious beliefs or even their financial status, we should open our hearts to them. We are asked the question “Why should I open my heart to a stranger?”

Have you ever wondered where you would rest your head at night? Where you would find your next meal? How would support your family given unforeseen sudden circumstances? I’ve never thought about the importance of these questions until a recent experience I had volunteering at a food pantry. There are organizations whose main purpose is to help those in need and provide resources to members of the community who are going through difficult times. A food pantry is a non-profit community serviced organization that provides members of the community with groceries and resources. From volunteering at this food pantry I learned more than ever to never “judge a book, by its cover”, or in other words, even though I person may look well put together on the outside, you never know what it is they are dealing with on the inside. I’ve encountered homeless members of the community, people who have suffered from physical abuse, and people who have experienced unexpected disasters such as house fires to expected job layoffs while volunteering at a food pantry. I’ve also come to appreciate everything that I have in my life from the roof over my head to the food in my stomach and that some people are less fortunate than me.

I chose to volunteer at a Christnet Rotating Shelter Program that was at the time located at a local church. This program does not have a permanent location, rather, various accommodating churches host the program. Additionally, this program offers not only daytime programs, but also nightly shelter. However, for this assignment, I opted for an observation of the program’s participants at nighttime. Moving on, I showed up more than an hour early before the sign-in sheets would be distributed to individuals seeking shelter for the night so that I could assist the other volunteers with adjusting the layout of the room and assembling the tables and beds in order to accommodate the needs of the guests. Afterwards, people began to line up outside the church’s door about 6:15 p.m. even though

Last week, I volunteered at the St. Francis Inn soup kitchen in Kensington, Philadelphia, PA. There, I served hundreds of less-fortunate people dinner and talked to many of them. The vast majority of people were very appreciative of the work that I was doing, but of course there was a select few that were rude and didn’t fully appreciate the kitchen. I gave those people the benefit of the doubt that they were truly going through rough times. After dinner, the crew and about ten of the ruder people attended evening mass in the chapel upstairs. What happened next astounded

1. Culture is perceived as a way of thinking that influences the behaviors of a group of people.