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Thursday, July 06, 2006

Eating



One of the things I remember most about our traveling, especially in France this past summer, is eating. No, I'm not food-obsessed nor am I a snobby gourmet. But meals and table-fellowship have been, and continue to be, some of the most significant times of connection for me. The two photos here are about three weeks apart. The one photo is of the "jour de eglise" or day of the church in the little church we worship with in France. Every year they hold a gathering in the retreat center and serve up a meal of salads, grilled sausages, cheese and mushroom tarts, bread, quiche, then fhresh baked fruit tarts, and then strong coffee and tea (and of course wine throughout). We were grabbed by a woman and her friend who both spoke English. They said: "You are new here and we would love to have you sit with us so we can visit." What began as a noon-meal, trickled into a two-and-a-half hour conversation. Following the meal, she invited us to her family home she inherited that she was remodelling after years of inactivity. There too we sat and visited for several hours, returning to our lodging around 5:00 pm, filled with food and wonderful conversations....and now new friends.
The other picture was taken last night at the first of Montecito Covenant's "Dinner Under the Oaks" series of summer out-door dinners. About 80 people came, reflecting the band-width of the church demographic; all ages and marital statuses, professional in income groups. Our meal was gourmet pizzas: peperonni, cheese, vegetarian, ham & pineapple, and peperonni and sausage. We had two salads, soft drinks, watermellon and cnady suckers for dessert. We were serranaded by piped in italian opera from the tailgate of a pickup truck. The location and ambience was completely different from our meal in France, but the substance was the same: the body of Christ gathered to eat together and to love each other.
There is something that can happen around table fellowship that does not happen in a committee meeting, or classroom or sanctuary. Everyone around a table counts. Everyone can speak and listen. Everyone can love and grow.
Bon appetit!

1 Comments:

At 9:47 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

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