We fed Jesus at the soup kitchen last night.
He was a pregnant young woman
with a toddler in her arms.
He was a smiling old man with long white hair
and trembling hands.
I was there with some friends from our church:
Janet, Debbie, Louise,
Joy, Tanner, Delanie,
Steve, Rick, and Rich.
Ten of us served baked ziti and salad
(and 5 gallons of milk)
to about 100 people
at the Frederick Soup Kitchen
on All Saints Street .
Most of them were polite and said thank you.
The building used to be a railway station,
and Abe Lincoln gave a speech there once.
We baked and prepared, then served,
and finally washed the dishes
and mopped the floor.
I had forgotten how much fun it was.
I came home bone tired.
Jesus said, “…whatever you did
for one of the least of these brothers of mine,
you did for me.”
(Matthew 25:40)
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