A few weeks ago I volunteered to help paint some rooms in the church. Of course this means more than simply slapping paint on the wall. There are colours to choose, walls to wash, holes to fill and floors to cover.
I’m not the one in charge of this project so the details aren’t my concern. I show up and do what I’m told or rather pick from the list offered. People who run these projects know that it’s best to let volunteers pick—every little enticement helps.
My incentive for volunteering is the camaraderie, and (if I’m honest) the recognition…to do something to be appreciated. Also it gives me something to write about.