My job in our ward (congregation) is to be an assistant in the elders quorum presidency. We're supposed to help our bishop (pastor) to look after the people in the ward, and help with their spiritual and physical welfare, which usually means that they call us when people move in or out of our ward.
Last Saturday I spend a couple of hours helping someone move in, and today we spent about 4 hours helping someone move out. This morning Hal, our quorum president, called at about 9:20 (whoops, I slept in) since nobody else showed up.
Hal later told me that his wife said that he is going to have to keep being president until he stops complaining every time we have to help someone move (which has been very often lately).
It was kind of sad, really. The guy's wife (second) just left him, and he is struggling financially. He just seemed to have a deep sadness about him. Even though I sometimes grumble about these things, I didn't mind doing it. Serving others is always intrinsically rewarding, and it makes you feel good to think about others instead of yourself.
On a side note, moving always make me think about how we have way too much junk. It make me want to start throwing stuff way.
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It's so much easier just donating at the neighborhood blood drive. But service (usually no matter where, what, when, how, or why) does make one feel good about what one has done.
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