Service Serving Breakfast
Catie Mathers It was early Saturday morning; the sun still had not raised its head from under the black sheets of night as we sleepily shuttled off to the Harrisonburg Baptist Church. Upon arrival, streaks of yellow and light blue had tinged the sky, alighting on the bags of bagels and hashbrowns and the cartons of eggs and juice we were to prepare. We carried our groceries through the front doors, bidding the day farewell, and entered an industrialized chamber of culinary persuasion. Recently cleaned, its steel appliances gleamed, encouraging us wordlessly to begin our task. Teams assembled; the cooking began. As the bacon was frying and coffee percolating, the occasional hungry Baptist would wander in and praise our breakfast making abilities and consequent eligibility. We became engulfed in perfecting the scrambled eggs. At the end, we climbed up the solid steps, leaving behind us a basement of satiated appetites and turning once again to the light of day. After receiving money to donate to the Alzheimer’s walk, we climbed into our cars, and drove away in the glory of service.