The ongoing saga of the flamingo-ing continues. After receiving a more than generous donation at the start of our fundraising, we told our donor we would flock any house they wanted. Well, they can't give us addresses because it would break some confidentiality with their position, so we needed to get creative. After a few weeks of flocking and not seeing a huge financial turn over for the team, we found gold. Well, not real gold that we can take in to the Gold Guys for a high turnover amount... our gold was.... (drum roll please!!!)... an old church directory. Complete with addresses. When your fundraiser is based on showing up at people's houses... that is gold for us. So our real saga began this weekend. We have decided to hit all of the elders and pastors of the church, BEWARE.
After almost getting kinda caught this week... that will be another blog update, we decided the more houses we hit the higher potential for generating more donations and business for ourselves. So this weekend we hit three pastors and two of the elders. Each of the poster's reads with my phone number and information and when we "flock" a house there is always a fear that it will not be well received.
Well, Sunday morning at 7am I got the sweetest phone call from the wife of one of the elders. She was so excited about the flamingos. We proceeded to play a short game of phone tag until I finally got to meet her. After picking up flamingos from her yard, I knocked on the door of their home. She proceeded to invite me in and we began talking about missions and serving and flamingos. She was one of the sweetest ladies that I have ever met. She not only invited me into her home, but she fed me milk and cookies. We continued talking about fundraising and missions and I just sat there thinking this whole time how blessed I was.
Since this happen yesterday I have began pondering about hospitality and just the greatness of God. You hear of stories of milk and honey in the Bible and remembering the sweetness of the Lord. Well, maybe milk and cookies are our milk and honey of this generation. I will always remember the conversation of that day and be reminded of it every time I now have milk and cookies.
When I grow up, I want to be like this couple. And the couple who gave us the original donation. I want to just love others, to be in love, and to serve. One thing that really blessed me about my milk and cookies couple is that, they do not have a desire to serve in missions but God has really blessed them with the opportunity to serve in many other ways and to serve financially in sending people like myself and my team and other members from our church. They offer up milk and cookies... they offer up their front yard for yard sales and they open up their ears and hearts to hear my stories and they share theirs. Also there was such a joy in the way they talked, you could see it and maybe even feel it or sense the presence of God in their home and in their lives. I hope to have them and to show and share that with others...