As “guest volunteers,” my wife and I were allowed to enter early, and saw the “staff” making last minute preparations. The servers were checking their stations making sure all was ready. The food was steaming. The coffee was brewing. The goodwill was palpable.

Just before the clock struck eight, on this Saturday morning in Austin, Texas, the coordinator asked if all was ready.

After a brief prayer, everyone assumed his or her positions and the doors finally opened.

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