volunteer Archives - Kristina Lunde

March 31, 2022 by Kristina Lunde Leave a Comment

Obeying a God Nudge: From Selfish to Willing

An email request asked Lakes Area Writers Alliance members to volunteer for a shift in a non-profit booth at the county fair. My irritations added up. The group held meetings, inconveniently, on Saturday mornings, and this request also involved weekends. A four-hour shift seemed like a long, boring stretch of time. All of my reasons not to participate felt squelched by a “God-nudge,” to use my husband’s description of a gut feeling that God wants you to do something. I preferred to volunteer for a two-hour shift, but four hours in a row? Really?! How much could I say about group meetings that I rarely attended?

That “God-nudge” prompted me to sign up for the last Saturday morning of the fair. Yes, I volunteered for the day I didn’t want to go, for the job I didn’t want to do, and for a stretch of time I thought seemed too long. But I did it anyway, begrudgingly out of obedience God.

Our writer’s alliance event coordinator had thoroughly prepared the displays. Two rectangular tables included an obligatory candy bowl that attracted kids and other sweet-seekers. A raffle jar offered a prize basket of books written by members of our writers’ alliance—my memoir included. Some group members had self-published short stories in a collection entitled The Storyville Project. Copies were stacked and available for sale. Displayed in racks, stacks, and fanned arrangements, brochures and bookmarks spread across the table tops.

Volunteers had permission to sell their own books, so I spent the first minutes placing my books on easels. As I set up my sales display, I chatted with the woman in the neighboring booth. Her story tumbled out quickly: she was widowed three months prior, after taking care of her ill husband while he was on hospice. Confined to a hospital bed in the living room, her husband needed full-time care, so she had slept on the couch, ready to jump up and help him 24/7.

Her tears flowed as she spoke of her grief. I tried to reassure her about the grief processing she had already accomplished, even though nothing felt normal to her yet. Not surprisingly, the fatigue she accumulated as a caretaker now compounded her grief. We spoke of God’s healing and comfort. I gave her the GriefShare website, so that she could sign up for daily emails and check out this fall’s grief groups. Later, a woman walked by the booth dressed in a memorial t-shirt that displayed several family members’ names and dates of death. We also discussed death and grief, and I gave her the same resources and information.

My entire booth shift turned out to be a pleasant surprise, and the four hours passed quickly. Several teenagers approached the booth, some reluctantly as their supportive parents asked questions on their child’s behalf. Identifying these shy teenagers, I started conversations about their favorite genres and encouraged them to continue writing. Hoping that the teens would be challenged and validated by submitting a story, I asked each one to contribute to the next edition of The Storyville Project. One teenager described working on projects with her sister who created anime drawings for her stories. As I marveled at their talents, I encouraged them to keep collaborating.

I enjoyed giving booth visitors information about our Lakes Area Writers Alliance. Not all conversations related to writing as I talked with kids, parents, and families. The Gideons International hosted a nearby booth where they gave out New Testament Bibles. Unlike the plain covers I remember from decades ago, the new Bible came in colorful covers: designs, graphics, and even camouflage. I engaged a few kids in conversation as they walked by with their pocket-sized gifts.

Afterward, I thought about my much-needed attitude rearrangement. I had signed up for my shift out of reluctant obedience to the “God-nudge,” or God’s prompting. That reluctance started to change when I recognized God’s divine appointments. Within minutes of my arrival, God arranged one-on-one time to speak with a grieving widow in the neighboring booth. God blessed my volunteer shift with meaningful conversations with kids, families, grieving people, writers, and friends. Once my selfishness got out of the way, God changed my attitude to willing—even joyful—obedience.

Lord God, Forgive my reluctant and frustrated attitude toward obeying your prompting, or those “God-nudges.” Change my heart, dear God, and teach me to be joyful and willing as I obey. In Jesus’ name. Amen.
[Originally posted August 2021]

March 30, 2022 by Kristina Lunde Leave a Comment

God’s Will and the Blessings of Sunday School Kids

Five-year-old Will proudly held up the card he brought for his Sunday school teacher. “Look at my name!” he insisted, giggling as he pointed to the extra three letters he had creatively tacked onto his full name. Before anyone could comment, he set the card on the table and ran around the room. His joy and enthusiasm made me smile.

Then another boy walked into the room slowly, clutching a potted geranium and card that he handed to his teacher. Accepting the gift, she expressed her thanks and gave the boy a big gift bag in return. The four Sunday school children each received large gift bags from the teacher, their names on cards tied with a ribbon. Inside each bag were summer gifts: a beach towel and a manila envelope full of activities for them to review lessons about Jesus and His love.

This was not my class or my students, but I gladly joined their last day of Sunday school before summer. The COVID pandemic had locked me down for over a year and shut me out of in-person ministries. Excited to be fully vaccinated, I joined the Sunday school class with the intent of volunteering in the fall. I enjoyed seeing these kids thank their teacher. What a thoughtful teacher who challenged her students with summer learning materials!

After the gift exchanges, the teacher expertly drew the kids’ attention to the lesson. With her two-year-old by her side, the teacher gave each child a pamphlet of stapled sheets of colored construction paper. Using this wordless book , she asked the children to turn the pages and follow along as she presented the Gospel of Jesus. She explained the concepts at a four to six-year-old level of understanding, patiently guided them, and asked questions to assess their understanding.

Part-way through the book, the teacher gave an object lesson using balloons. Given time and space to move around, the kids got out of the chairs to keep their balloons in the air. A great break for littles who don’t sit long, the jumping and balloon-batting brought lots of giggles. Until it didn’t, when one boy ran out of the room in anger because the two-year-old touched his balloon.

I followed the boy into the playroom and tried to talk him into returning to the classroom. He refused, so I watched and listened as he worked things out while climbing on the plastic slide. He vented his anger about the two-year-old, who in his mind was trying to steal his balloon. When the teacher looked out the classroom door, the boy began to cry, but then he walked back into class.

When the teacher finished the wordless book, she introduced a board game. The board spaces included Bible verses and concepts that reviewed the year’s Sunday school lessons. She had prepped everything: colored game ‘boards’ pasted onto construction paper, play pieces cut out, and buttons used as board pieces. The teacher’s attention to students’ needs became obvious as she guided each child to take a turn. Afterward they each received a game of their own to take home.

I felt honored to be a part of this Christ-based curriculum presented by a young mom who poured love and support into her students. Playing and learning about Jesus, Will and his enthusiastic classmates brought energy and fun to my morning.

Lord, please open up hearts and minds to learn more about you as Sunday school and other ministries resume after the lifting of long-imposed COVID restrictions. Motivate people to volunteer, sharing the truth of Christ with your precious children, in churches and ministries all over the world. In Jesus’ name. Amen.
[Originally posted May 2021]

March 29, 2022 by Kristina Lunde Leave a Comment

COVID-19 Face Mask Ministry

To wear or not to wear a face mask during the coronavirus pandemic, that is no longer a question. Studies of COVID-19, once believed to be spread only by droplets, now reveal transmission by aerosol and droplets. And that substantiates wearing a facial covering, as recently mandated by our Minnesota Governor Walz.

Even before face mask mandates, many people started sewing masks. I had not quilted in decades or sewn in years, but I pulled out my dusty sewing machine and searched YouTube for mask instructions. Thanks to Jenny the quilt lady and Pretty Handy Girl, I found easy instructions that even a rare sewer like me could follow.

My quarantine project expanded from sewing masks for my husband and me to family members, and then into a ministry for our neighbors and friends. Our neighbors care for their elderly bedridden mother/grandmother on hospice and wanted masks to run errands. My daughter’s coworkers needed masks for their return to the lab (before that state’s second lockdown). My college-age son and his apartment mates had no masks to comply with their city’s mask mandate.

A retired Air Force friend has scarred lungs from the burn pits in Iraq. One friend and her husband live in a meatpacking town that made national headlines for being a coronavirus hotspot. I sent masks overseas to my uncle and cousins caring for my chronically ill aunt and to my professor friend in the Netherlands. When our governor mandated masks for children, I thought of my friends with kids, found small mask patterns, and sewed children’s masks.

With apologies to lyricist Sheldon Harnick, this is my parody of “Matchmaker, Matchmaker” from the 1964 musical Fiddler on the Roof:
Maskmaker, Maskmaker,
Make me a mask,
Cover my face,
Stop COVID catch!
Maskmaker, Maskmaker
Find some fabric,
And make me a perfect mask.

With fabric stores closed and elastic in short supply during quarantine, aspiring maskmakers became creative. I re-purposed table runners, shirts, pillow cases, and dish towels. My husband even gave up one of his dress shirts.

I sewed.

A seamstress I am not, but I worked hard at my new ministry. I fought with my machine. Taped a broken spool-holder in place. Looked through the machine manual and practiced settings on fabric scraps. Ripped open poorly-placed stitches. Broke sewing machine needles. Sewed over stick pins—some I missed, others I bent. Tore up seams after mistakenly sewing nose-pieces into chin darts. Scrounged my supplies for thread. I cut coffee-bag ties for nose-pieces based on one of the expert’s tips.

And I sewed.

A neighbor contributed friendship bracelets to use as mask tie loops. Another neighbor found wide elastic; I cut it into widths that wouldn’t pull the whole ear forward. I scoured the house for mask tie options like shoelaces and took the elastic from all my sweat pants and leggings. When I used up those mask tie options, I cut up strips of t-shirts.

And I sewed. Then I dropped them off to be mailed. And prayed for God’s safety in the midst of coronavirus chaos.

[Originally posted July 2020}

November 16, 2014 by Kristina Lunde 2,448 Comments

Letter to Little Ben

Dear Little Ben,

(Not that you are so little anymore, but I call you that to distinguish you from my Big Ben. You are already a nine year old in fourth grade! Doesn’t seem like that long ago that I encouraged you to try using a straw in your front tooth gap.)

This morning, when you asked your mom Erin what she was doing today, she had to think. As you know, she was not going to a job where she oversees multimillion dollar contracts for a large company or develops programs for the handicapped. She does not have a job performing surgery, teaching high school math, administering city government, or running a small business. These are all notable professions, but not what your mom has chosen to do.

Did you know that your mom has a college degree in education and that she used to teach fourth grade? Can you imagine having your mom as a school teacher this year?! Instead, her teaching career is on hold; she and your dad dedicated her efforts to working for your family at home and in the community. Their budget might pass on items other families find essential, like the latest electronics or a vacation home. (Your sister thinks she is the only seventh grader without a cell phone!) Instead, your family focuses on time spent together, like “organized dinners” as you named your home-cooked evening meals.

Remember this year’s school book fair, mile run, vision & hearing screening, school pictures, fall party, and the field trip to the Science Museum? Your mom was involved in all of those; the school secretary even counted on her to recruit other parental help. Well, your mom would not have been available if she was working elsewhere. The fun that you and your friends enjoyed with your mom at those events would never have happened.

Here is a list of what your mom did today, although she is so humble that I had to force her to list it all:
Bank chores – pay bills, balance checkbook, send emails
Work out – staying healthy is on her daily list
United Way “Packing for the Weekend” food program – your mom develops menus and orders food for 86 families to feed 233 kids from our town 3 meals per day, plus snacks and desserts each weekend. She also coordinates this for two other towns. On Thursdays, she spends hours organizing the food, packing bread/milk vouchers, and setting up backpacks for other volunteers to pack the food. (She says you and your sister are great helpers!)
The usual housework – pack lunches, clean kitchen, load dishes (I hear you are a good dishwasher emptier!), vacuum, laundry (only one load today)
Breakfast for all of you, drove your sister to middle school, got you to the bus
Dinner of taco pie and salad
Drove for the two basketball carpools she set up
Ran errands – post office, library, gas
Read a book for 30 minutes – also on her daily list to keep her mind healthy
Plan to welcome the new neighbors with treats, a card, and introductions

That list does not mention the activities your mom plans ahead for, like the Sunday school teaching and classroom volunteering. She even offered me a ride to pick up my car when I needed help today. Your mom is available and helpful in the neighborhood, and many of us appreciate that.

Ben, keep asking good questions like that, and I hope and pray that you can recognize and appreciate all the incredible things your mom does for you, your family, our neighborhood, and our community. She is quite the professional mom and thanks, Ben, for sharing her with us!

God’s grace to you, Ben, and to your Mom Erin.

P.S. My kids tease me that I will buy anything from you when you sell for fundraisers because you are so adorable! Yes, that is true, but that will have to stop when you start selling things like cars, computers, stocks, or whatever when you grow up. I might vote for you, though.