I despise fundraising. Absolutely positively loathe it. From the magazine sales events at schools to the branches of a tree somehow worth ridiculous amounts of money simply because somebody made them into a circle and threw a couple bows or berries in the mix. I would rather someone bring a bucket door to door and ask for money than hock extraneous items in an attempt to disguise the begging. I don’t need junk food and I don’t need wreaths or fabulous kitchen gadgets or 10 different magazines that all tell me how many more projects and crafts I need to find time for. I don’t need any more stuff, and I don’t have money for the stuff.
Even fundraisers such as doing jobs for payment and rummage sales, while slightly more redeeming, still grate on my nerves. The imposed obligation with all its pressure to step up and help the youth is tremendous. There are a great many of us that simply don’t have the extra cash flow. If I am choosing whether to put dinner on the table or help fund someone else’s child for YW camp or scout badges, I’ll choose dinner on the table. I don’t like feeling guilty for that. I do accept responsibility for my own feelings, but there are contributing factors and it makes me want to run for the hills. I have a hard enough time paying for all the things my own children are involved in.
Here’s a thought; we stop asking for money. If you want to run programs either fund them equally across the board, or have each family be responsible for their own children.
What about compassion? What about those less fortunate who’s participation in scouts/young women’s camp is dependent on the generosity of others? Every unit has members with a little extra. Take it to a local level and let each unit be as rich as it wants with anonymous donations made through the “other” section on the donation slip. We pay our tithe. We give as generously as we can and then some for fast offerings, because we feel the Lord wants us to sacrifice in this way. We give a trifle to a couple of areas we feel inspired to do so. I am tired of feeling the obligation and impending guilt of fundraising as a part of “offerings” or membership responsibilities.
I’d rather chip in twenty bucks here and there when I have it than dread the knock at the door, mass e-mail, phone call, or worse yet urging over the pulpit. Ugh!