Years ago, at a church I attended, we used to have a lot of meetings. Some of the meetings would include a meal or light snacks. Frequently, the person in charge of the meeting would arrive early only to find that there were not enough cups or plates, or spoons or a combination of all or everything.
This problem affected those meetings and was recognized as a problem but no one seemed to have an answer or care if there ever would be an answer, because they were involved in larger issues, things that were of importance to God.
Things went along this way until an older couple decided to own the problem and to treat the problem as if it were a special ministry from God that they were called to do. With them this small problem was not a problem but a blessing, because it gave them the opportunity to serve the church in a special way.
They never announced what they were doing, they just went about solving the problem quietly and unseen. Suddenly, meetings had enough paper supplies; more than enough. The supply room shelves, which once were empty, were now always full. At first, no one knew how this was happening. It was like Christmas morning when you opened the supply room door.
One afternoon as I was on my way home from work, I stopped in at the Church and went to check to make sure we had enough supplies for an upcoming meeting. As I entered the building I saw them, working silently, stocking the shelves with supplies that they had purchased. It was as if I was watching a holy sacrament being performed.
I did not interrupt them.
I knew the answer to my question.