Turkey take away

I had an exciting night of ministry. We've been planning for the last couple of weeks the 25 Turkey Drive. I asked the congregation to donate to 25 families, 25 Thanksgiving meals. Tonight was the night we would deliver the meals to the families in need.
At 6:15 we were to meet up, grab some grub, break out into groups and hit the streets. It was 6:10, and there were maybe a half dozen folks who showed up. I thought it was going to be a long night of turkey delivery. About 10 minutes later we had nearly 70 people. 20 were young kids, ready for a meal and a lesson. 17 were in the youth group, and 30 were adults ready to distribute some turks.
At first, my lack of organization skills were noticed. I just didn't know how many people were going to show, so it was hard telling how to go about doing it. I never did it before either, I should have a better grasp of it next year.
It was a great evening though. I really did not know what to expect. I had a hard time finding the houses that we designated, and others weren't home to receive their turkeys. It was kind of frustrating. I took the youth around with me, they were anxious to distribute turkeys, it was cool. Eventually, we found who we were to give turkeys too. The first house was a guy that was totally out of it, he said like two words. It was weird though, the door swung wide open, and their was no one at the door, the teen that opened it hid behind the door. From our perspective it looked like the door swung open magically because the guy was way inside in his living room and their was no sign of the person who opened it.
Eventually he popped out from behind the door, i think he was trying to scare me.
One turkey down, four to go. We then went trekking through the trailer court trying to find the right lot number. That was half the battle. The problem was half the trailers didn't have numbers showing which lot they were, and there was terrible lighting. Eventually i just stopped and asked where people lived, i got sent in the right direction, and the turkeys started finding a home. The next person we went to hardly said anything at all either. It was some kid that was just watching the place while the owner was out "doing s#%*" I thought that was interesting. We gave them the turkey, and wished them a happy Thanksgiving.
The next house was almost the exact same way.
There was a house that we missed before, the owner wasn't home, but before we called it a night, i decided i needed to try again.
The guy was outside of his house, locked out, and broken. He said he lost faith in people, he didn't think i was coming.
Without going into great detail, the guy was going through a lot of struggles, looking for answers in all the wrong places, and he was left with the question "will it ever get better?" I proceeded to tell him about a way that life could be better.
I don't feel like recapping the whole conversation, but I shared the beginnings of the gospel message. He belonged to a "church" a long time ago, but he had too many tattoos to be a Christian, and he smoked to top it all off. the nerve...
He knew a lot of scriptures, he knew about Jesus, he just hasn't seen the hope of a life following Christ. I challenged him that if he showed up to church on Sunday, i could share with him a lot more about a way to start getting things better, a way to find answers he was looking for.
It's exciting when you are in the place God wants you to be, doing what he calls you to do. God didn't suddenly inspire us in some crazy, out of this world way to pass out turkey's, he just called us all to deny ourselves. The congregation i serve had a little taste of what its like to deny self. I certainly did. and I'm left hoping that it will catch on, and we will do it more, and find ourselves more and more often in the place God has called us to be, abiding in his will.