Through Our Eyes--Making a Difference

by Joan and Chuck Conaway

Good Morning! Chuck and I are here this morning to share with you how your support of the Ready-Set-Go Program has made a difference. Back at Christmas I came before you with an opportunity St. Stephen had to adopt a family through this program run by the Akron Area Assn. of Churches helping families get off the welfare rolls. At that time, however, I did not have our family. We got their name the next day! Nine children and a Mom and Dad! YES, YOUR EYES ARE AS BIG AS MINE WHEN I GOT THE NEWS! I began to panic. I needed 11 of our families to participate and I only had 6. However, in your grand supportive and enthusiastic response to the request, my concern was relieved! In fact it took two cars to drive the "bounty" to my house to sort.

When we began sorting it all, we realized that this family would not have a place to keep all the food products, so we stored them in shopping bags to give throughout the year. All the presents for each family member were so beautifully decorated and wrapped! Homemade cookies, a 15 pound ham and fresh produce filled the shopping bags of food! Everyone who stopped by that day were amazed!

Later that day I received a call from the church office. A "desperation" call had been left on the answering machine at noon. I called the number that was left, identified myself and the reason for my call. A weeping female voice shared the sad details. Their refrigerator had died two weeks before and the food, now stored on the porch was either frozen from the extreme cold we were having or it was rotten. They had no food. Her husband just lost his job, the rent was due, the utilities were due, her mother was in the hospital, one of her young boys had a birthday the next day and Christmas was only one more day away. She was scared! She wanted to be sure her four boys were taken care of. She apologized for her husband for his hurt pride. A friend she worked with had begun calling area churches requesting help for them but was told that all their resources were used up for the year.

I calmed her by listening to her and told her that we would not leave her plea unanswered. We would be there for her. A few phone calls later I was able to get agency assistance for her rent and her utilities and with a closer look at our "left over" bounty was able to pack 6 large shopping sacks of nonperishable food, plus give them grocery certificates for perishable foods. Believe it or not, in our bounty were some unwrapped gifts. They were all things for boys and for between the ages of 1 and 6. Just what we needed! We even had enough for birthday gifts for the 3 year old, Christmas gifts for the entire family, bags of food AND still have food left to share throughout the year! It reminds you of the Bible story of the loaves of bread and fish to feed the 5000!

Now Chuck will share with you his personal feelings about the experience.

{Chuck's Story}
Like most of you I have always given to worthy causes. But representing St. Stephen I along with three others was going to distribute the gifts of love given by congregation members. We four were going to be up front and personal!

We drove two cars loads of gifts and groceries and arrived at our first stop on north hill. I knocked on the door and a young man answered. I told him we were delivering gifts and groceries for St. Stephen. He stepped back and his wife came forward and introduced herself. We in turn gave her our first names. I could not help notice that the man held his head down and looked at the porch floor. No eye contact was made with us. I could tell he was a little uncomfortable. Maybe he did not know how to receive these strangers bearing gifts of love. Each of us made four or five trips to the car. I carried mostly bags of groceries and placed them near the dining area. The young man would pick them up and take them to the kitchen, still no eye contact. The last bag I carried was a bag containing a 15# whole ham. I handed this to him and finally eye contact and a smile came to his face.

When we all finished bringing in our gifts we stopped a moment to acknowledge the children. Mom introduced us to the children.

Picture this: An older home, front door opens into a stairway and the front room. Behind the front room a dining room with large archway and a kitchen to the back right of the dining room. Like most homes at this time of year, a Christmas tree in the corner forces all the furniture to be side by side on the other walls. Seven young children sat along the furniture, bright eyed, smiling, legs dangling over the edges in constant motion. All showing excitement over the gifts in front of them on the floor.

I noticed movement under a pillow on the sofa and out popped a little face of a smiling three year old girl. We bid them a happy Christmas and they in turn thanked us for the gifts. Guess who led us to the door? The young man, head up, eyes in full contact with us. In the ten steps to the door I heard him thank us many times. He followed us out on the porch in his stocking feet, grabbing my hand and shaking it one more time with his final thank you. Thanks to the congregation of St. Stephen these people just witnessed the real spirit of Christmas.

It wasn't long before we arrived at our second destination. And again the young mother with an infant in her arms greeting us saying, "You did come. You did come. Just like you said you would!" Dad shrank into the background as we carried the Christmas bounty to their hearth. Three other little boys wiggled and giggled and squirmed as we brought it all in. No lights were on their tree, only homemade ornaments. Mom softly cried with gentle tears running down her cheeks and Dad kept saying in almost a whisper, "Thank you. Thank you so very much!" You could tell he was very taken with the generosity to his plight. He, like the other dad took his position as head of his household and walked us to the door.

All four of us had lumps in our throats. We were the ones to see the joy and the thankful eyes of moms and dads, raising children and needing a little help. This whole experience evoked memories in us:
some of personal pain and struggle when a helping hand had reached out to rescue us.
some of thankfulness for the opportunity to answer a call of need.
some of making the spirit of Christmas come alive
some of remembering that good things happen on starlit nights
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is it that we take time to look up to the heavens with a prayer when good things happen. The stars are always there. And when we look up it is a reminder that we should always be there too.

Keep our adopted family in your prayers this year as we mentor them. The "desperation" call has a happy ending. The father found a new job, they are getting some assistance for the rent and utilities, mom has taken a new job with less stress, her mother is out of the hospital and they have a working refrigerator. When I last spoke with them, it was mom's day off and she was taking time to snuggle with her boys on the sofa.