Tuesday Nights are my favorite week night. I suppose its because its not Monday and its soon to be Wednesday. However, the deeper reason is because Tuesday Nights are different. At least most of them are. Since October 2013, I have been blessed to be able to go out and serve homeless in my community. A group of us from school go to this local church where we pick up homemade food such as burritos, soup and cookies along with coffee and juice. We load up the cars, divide into groups and then head out into the streets. We go out rain or shine, thankfully its usually just wind we are dealing with and usually the night weather seems to settle down, maybe just for us.
Tuesday nights are incredible because they are an opportunity to go out and give love, food and warmth (if we have jackets or blankets). They are an opportunity to bond as friends and to build friendships with strangers. People who have struggled to feel loved or like they are important. They are important to us and they are important to G-d.
Last night in particular, there was an exceptional feeling in the air. I knew from the beginning the evening would be different than normal. Our particular group was rather small but it was the same group I went out with when I got back from Ohio. It was my brother, me and our pastor friend, T. Its still the funniest of groups being that T is a pastor and my brother and I are Jewish. Its awesome though because we have this opportunity to share about the differences and similarities in beliefs with the idea to gain knowledge about the other. Or at least that’s how it seems to me. Its also nice because T is older than both my brother and I so he is like an older brother to us. From the beginning of the evening, I knew that something was going to happen to T’s car, when he told us we should probably get gasoline, and instead was like “eh, well wing it”. Funny thing is later in the evening, it wasn’t gas that was the problem, his car battery died. We were “stuck” out on the streets with the homeless, with the food and with conversations until two of the other teams came over with a car that enabled us to jump T’s.
Meanwhile, my brother and I acted like Santa’s Elf’s or Ninja’s leaving burritos and sweet/encouraging notes to the people that were on the streets, already asleep. We shared in conversation about life, health, guidance and such with various people. There was even one point where this lady asked if we had any food and we didn’t have any but one of the trucks with the food was down the street. The lady didn’t want to be a hassle and we wanted to get food. So my friend Hannah who had been in the truck, myself and my brother ran. We ran as fast as we could down the street, to the truck. We hoped in the truck bed along with two of our friends already there. We held on and our friend drove. The street doesn’t seem that long however, yesterday it felt infinite. I felt infinite. The moment felt infinite. There’s no better way to describe it, you’ll just have to watch this clip to even try to understand how some Tuesday Nights make me feel.