Two paper recycling bins stand opposite each other on the parking lot outside our building. Thanks to a number of church and community partners, we recycle paper and cardboard here and in a dozen other locations across the county. By turning waste paper into money, we increase our ability to purchase groceries for families who need help with food, housing, employment, medical and dental care and education.

    Last week two men approached our paper bins at the same time. One pushed a shopping cart loaded with cans, junk and cardboard, no doubt all collected from our neighborhood. The other drove up in a shiny new, white pickup truck. One wore ragged, dirty clothing. The other sported a freshly starched shirt. The one owned nothing. The other appeared to be doing very well. One needed a job better than his present "self-employment". No doubt the other enjoyed full time employment.

    Most likely the man with the cart had received food assistance inside at our center’s grocery store. He’s personally acquainted with the needs we attempt to address. He has eaten the food we purchase with the money his cardboard contribution generates. He was taking action, doing his part.

    Most likely the man in the truck knows about the work we do inside. He’s aware of the problems created by poverty, unemployment, illiteracy and cocaine addiction. As confused as the rest of us about exactly how to respond to the city’s needs, he was taking action, doing his part.

    What a scene from the city. Two men, very different from each other, making a contribution to our efforts to enable people to eat. Both dropped cardboard into our bins. Both knew where the funds would go. Neither offered a total solution, but both cared enough to do something.

    As they worked almost side by side, our friend in the pickup occasionally stole a glance at our friend with the cart. I suspect the contrast between them did not escape the notice of either. They did not talk. I wish they had. Both were doing what they knew to do. Both were doing what they could. Both were men of action for the sake of the community. They would have enjoyed talking. As a matter of fact, the future of our city depends on getting these two men together for conversation, enhanced understanding and even friendship. Maybe they will meet again at the bins. I hope so.