Christopher Wolf has recently completed over 500 service hours helping youth, the elderly and disabled. Read more about what service means to him.
What is service? According to the dictionary it is the action of helping or doing work for someone. But who is this “someone?” When we volunteer our time for our community, that someone is God. Jesus tells us in Matthew 25:40, “as you did it to one of the least of my people, you did it for me.”
In this day and age, many people think that they can’t make a difference in the world, but that’s far from the truth. Every person has the ability to brighten the lives of others all over their community. Through service one can see first hand the effects their actions cause. By helping the less fortunate, one is able to show them that they are still surrounded by love and respect.
When I started high school, I expected my life to be filled with homework, sport practices, or working. As a freshmen, I had no idea how much service would mean to me in the coming years. Entering high school, I wasn’t yet sure who God wanted me to be. At the time I was suffering from a slight case of depression, and every day I started to feel more and more worthless. In my high school, I was blessed enough to have a teacher that I trusted very much. She was my freshmen religion teacher, who I looked up to very dearly. She told me that I should volunteer at the Villas of St. Therese nursing home. At the time I had no idea how that would help me, however, I did it anyway. The first few times I went I was skeptical on the purpose of me being there. Even with that skepticism, I did my job to the best of my ability, smiling, talking, and helping the elderly in the nursing home.
It was not in till my third visit that i finally realized the purpose of service, and the reason I was there. About half way through my shift, one elderly woman I talked to on one of my previous visits came up to me. She told me that her favorite day of the week was when I come, because seeing a young person like me taking care of the elderly showed her that the elderly had not been forgotten, but were still loved. The more and more I visited that nursing home the more I was complemented by the senior citizens. Like a light switch, I finally understood why I was there. By helping the elderly I finally realized I was not worthless, and that by serving others, I was spending my time to be worthwhile. I finally understood that my religion teacher sent me their to discover just how much impact small actions of service can do to our community, and how anyone (even me) have the power to make a change for the community in which we all live.