Since 2013, Veterans Project & The Family Assistance Campaign has provided free food assistance to more than 20,000 Veterans and their family members, distributing 445,000 lbs. of food. Feed Our Vets mission is to help Veterans in the United States, their spouses and children, whose circumstances have left them on the battlefield of hunger, and to involve the public in fighting Veteran hunger, through: (1) Community food pantries that provide regular, free food to Veterans and their families, (2) Distribution of related goods and services, (3) Public education and outreach.





Power is of two kinds. One is obtained by the fear of punishment
and the other by acts of love. Power based on love
is a thousand times more effective and permanent
then the one derived from fear of punishment.
- Mohandas (Mahatma) Gandhi

to meet the challenges of our times

to meet the challenges of our times
You have a right to live. You have a right to be. You have these rights regardless of money, health, social status, or class. You have these rights, man, woman, or child. These rights can never be taken away from you, they can only be infringed. When someone violates your rights, remember, it is not your fault.,I believe that to meet the challenges of our times, human beings will have to develop a greater sense of universal responsibility. Each of us must learn to work not just for one self, one's own family or one's nation, but for the benefit of all humankind. Universal responsibility is the key to human survival. It is the best foundation for world peace

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Monday, December 8, 2014

Greatest Christmas gifts of your life

Greatest Christmas gifts of your life

The Comforter



While serving overseas, a group of US soldiers visited Dachau Concentration Camp, where untold thousands of innocent people were murdered.

Many were worked to death; many starved; many were tortured; many died of exposure; many were used for target practice; many were herded together and mowed down with machine guns; many asphyxiated in gas chambers. Bodies were cremated or dumped in mass graves and covered with bulldozers.

Life-size murals showed prisoners being tortured, while sadistic, laughing SS officers watched. Instruments of torture, such as barbed-wire riding quirts and sharp-pointed goads, were displayed. Barracks contained wooden, coverless cots stacked from floor to ceiling. Dachau is the ultimate definition of man’s inhumanity to man.

Recently, I found a Christmas story filed away years ago that rekindled memories of Dachau.

A preacher and his wife were establishing a church in a dangerous metropolitan area. Funds were limited, so they chose a rundown building for their church. After renovating the interior, they announced that the first service would be held on the following Sunday, a few days before Christmas.

Unfortunately, a storm shook loose a large chunk of plaster from the wall behind the pulpit. Knowing he didn’t have time to repair it, the preacher searched for something to cover the gaping hole.

On a whim, he stopped at a flea market, and found what could cover the hole temporarily: a hand-sewn comforter with a large cross in its center.

Upon reaching his church, he noticed an old lady who had missed a bus, and invited her to come in where it was warm. Then he placed the comforter over the hole; it fit perfectly.

“Where did you get that comforter?” the old lady gasped. When he told her, she explained that she had sewn it for her husband many years ago. The preacher offered to give it to her.

“Oh, no, it will serve a far better purpose where you have it.”

To express his gratitude, he drove her home. On the way, she explained that in 1938, when Hitler annexed Austria, she was allowed to leave the country, but that her husband was taken prisoner. They never saw each other again.

After the preacher’s first sermon, an old man came forward and asked him where he had gotten the comforter. He told the preacher that his wife had sewn it for him, but he had not seen or heard from her in a half century. All he knew was that she fled to America. He never stopped loving her, and had to find out if she was alive, or where she was buried.

The preacher exclaimed, “Sir, you are about to receive one of the greatest Christmas gifts of your life.”

He drove to the lady’s home, and told the man to knock on the door. When it opened, a man and his wife, whose love for each other the evils of Nazism could never destroy, embraced and wept for joy.

On Christmas day, the preacher brought them a gift: the comforter.

http://the-family-assistants-campaign.blogspot.com/2014/12/veterans-project.html
By Jimmy Reed

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