“Why are our arms closed to some?”
For Chuka, service is not only driven by his faith but also by the realization that he is part of a community that cannot thrive without people working together for the good of one another.
When God shows up in a cuckoo clock
Not many stories about God begin with a cuckoo clock, but Anne's does.
God gave me hope in a bag of grapes
God is certainly in the big moments, but something about his small blessings communicates such abundant love.
The last place you thought you’d be
At OneGenAway, each day of service is another day of encountering people in places they never thought they'd be, people who feel separated from the rest of the world. But we were never meant to be alone. Right?
When you take a study break to serve your community
Sabrina and Nicole are currently in the throes of college application and self-exploration, but they took the time on a Saturday morning to come serve with OneGenAway.
To give up, or to start again
We met James when he stepped out of the porta-john at our distribution site and declared, “Man, that was a terrible elevator.”
Every home was impacted, even if it wasn’t flooded
“My son had to go in the house that they rented [out] and wake the people up because they was asleep, and the baby was asleep in the living room, and it had water around it already.”
It wouldn’t be Saturday morning without Karen
If you've volunteered at a distribution, you've probably seen Karen volunteering with her grandkids.
When one becomes four overnight
Peggie had no idea she’d have three kids this year.
Six months after the flood
You don’t see the wreckage in Waverly until you’re surrounded by it. As you drive the hilly roads into the city, the buildings seem to be in pretty good shape until you dip into a valley, where there are hardly buildings at all, just piles of drywall, insulation, and belongings that no longer belong to anyone.