THE FAITHFUL FEWWho do I admire? Who do I look up to? Who would I aspire to be more like?
They're in your own community,
Just scattered here and there,
The faithful few who carry on,
In every fete and fair.
They're in the little sewing guilds;
They're on a Red Cross Stand,
Or working for a Church Bazaar,
This faithful little band.
Though others falter, fail and halt,
From Inland to the Coast,
You'll always find the faithful few
Are standing by their post.
Not glamorising for a day, nor putting up a show,
But for a cause they know is right,
They're always on the go.
They're often past the prime of youth,
Their hair all tinged with grey,
But service that they choose to give,
Still keeps them feeling gay.
They seem to have the happy knack
Of making life worth while;
The secret of these faithful few,
Lies 'neath each pleasant smile.
They've crowded out the God of Self;
They've learnt the way to live,
Their joys aren't found in what they get,
But simply, what they give!
By Hope Spencer
The volunteer - the helper - the giver of time - the giver of hope - the giver of a hand to hold - the giver of a smile - the giver of friendship - the giver of patience - the giver of understanding - the one that stands up for what they believe to be right.
I wonder if the person who fed my son a lunch today at a local charity knows that he made such a difference in my son's life today - I wonder if the young man who listened and gave advice and offered some sort of solution and hope realises just what a difference he made in my son's life today - Probably not.
If you are one of these wonderful helpers in our community or if you fight for a cause or if you donate money or if you help your neighbour or donate your time and skills in any way then I would like you to realise and stop and think and KNOW - REALLY KNOW - that you make a difference.
I admire you and say thankyou to you and take my hat of to you. You are part of The Blessed Unrest.
Peace to you all,