From October to December, the youth group at my church sold Christmas trees to raise money for Glory Ridge, an annual week long mission trip to the mountains of western North Carolina in July. In order to so, youth manned a table outside of the sanctuary on Sunday mornings to raise awareness of the fundraiser, answer questions, collect money, and distribute order forms. I worked on two of these Sundays, personally convincing at least five members of the congregation to order trees from the youth group rather than purchase them on their own, an ability of persuasion I had no idea I possessed. Perhaps I am better at persuading people than I previously thought.
The most exciting part of the sale, however, was the day in December when the purchasers came to pick up the trees. We untied and trimmed the trees, ranging in height from 3 feet to 10 or more, shook off any loose pine needles with a treacherous red machine, covered the trees with netting by using a baler, and then strapped them to the tops of peoples' cars. The whole venture was understandably chaotic and a surprising amount of fun. Things went smoothly enough after organizing an assembly line-like procedure, and four hours later (with our bodies sticky from tree sap) we had finished.
Thanks to the sale, we raised over $4,000 for Glory Ridge, where the money will be used for work projects in Madison County, which has the highest level of poverty in the state. Poverty is an enormous issue that sometimes seems overwhelming, but every little bit, like what we will do at Glory Ridge, helps. I am also now a self-declared expert in Christmas tree baling, so there's that too.
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| My friend Ansley helping move trees |
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| The baler! |
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| Me strung up like a tree! |
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