In The Fold

In The Fold

Call me crazy, but I like folding laundry. It’s my Zen space. There’s something about the sorting and repetitive nature of folding that makes my brain happy.

I took that Zen to the next level this afternoon with an unofficial-official final task for my previous employer.

If you’ve ever attended a progressive, non-denominational church, you may have noticed their volunteers wearing t-shirts. The shirts help identify the volunteers to the guests, and sometimes the shirts vary according to function.

Before I left the church for which I worked, we had an order in for new shirts for our Guest Services team. Turns out the order came in this week, and rather than drop off two boxes and the printout from a spreadsheet, I wanted to make sure my the volunteers felt an extra ounce of appreciation for the service they provide, so I folded the shirts.

All 100+ of them!

What the shirt!

Several shirts I will deliver personally (some of the volunteers have not returned to serve due to COVID concerns), the others will be neatly stacked in the volunteer area for the Guest Services team. Either way, I hope they know how much I miss them and how much serving with them meant to me.

It may sound cliché, but it truly is better to serve than to be served. It’s even more amazing when you’re able to surround yourself with selfless individuals who give so much of themselves for the benefit of others.

He sat down, called the twelve disciples over to him, and said, “Whoever wants to be first must take last place and be the servant of everyone else.” – Mark 9:35 NLT