During covid, we went to a Methodist service because a friend asked us, and a long line of free meal seekers filed in after the service. Later, talking to various people, I heard a lot of grumbling about certain takers and there was some kind of quid pro quo expectation. Something like, "Joe on 5th street is here every week for takeout, but you don't see him volunteering to snowblow. Hmmm."
At the same time, the local Masons were running takeout home-cooked soups and dinners to elderly shut-ins. That went on for months, a kind of impromptu Meals on Wheels. My takeaway from that is that it pays to join at least a few societies. You get to eat if you're hungry or do some good helping others out ... yet so many of us join nothing, self-isolating in front of a screen (and punching bitchface biting babies, making mad cards, chucking Clamato cans, and saying incantations over menstrual deciduum).