I’m not a parent yet, but someday I would like to be. Over the last few years of marriage, my wife and I have noticed when parents do something awesome and verbally tell each other, “we need to make sure we’re like that.” Last night I had the chance of having another one of those moments while out serving alongside some awesome people from my church.
I went last night to help serve a meal to the homeless in our area. I didn’t do much beside dump corn on a plate and pass it down to the next server, but it was an awesome experience. Seeing others serve, and offering physical help to those who need it is a powerful experience in and of itself. Adding the fact that parents brought their kids was even better.
I watched as kids in elementary handed out plates. I heard a couple teenagers explain that they’ve been participating in this ministry since they were ten. I want to be that kind of parent. The kind that encourages their kids to serve others. The kind that doesn’t let the false-stereotype of the homeless stop me from teaching my kids what it means to serve others.