Eating together

Eating together. We do a lot of it. It’s a culture thing for us although for some it’s survival physically, for us it’s survival emotionally…or perhaps I should say for me.

Last week I ate a lot with people. I made pot roast, mashed potatoes, fresh bread and cookies for my son and his roommate at Emmanuel seminary in Tennessee. He made me tacos. We are at a German cafe in town, at a taco place with a whole pile of friends, I ate at the counter, back-deck and cafe with my friend. Last night we had three large pizzas and a pot of green beans in the kitchen before playing games; yes we eat together.

Jesus ate with people. He gave them worth by eating with others. They were important if he ate with them. Meals also bonded people’s hearts. We live in a culture that doesn’t eat together much. They call it being busy. Personally, I think it’s easier to eat on the run that invest the time to pursue eating with more than one. I feed a lot more people than I can claim on my taxes. Our house seems to be a place for kids, friends and that’s ok. I will go grocery shopping today and plan a menu for the week and that’s ok. When I feed people, I give value to them. I took someone out for lunch yesterday…I listened to her talk. We solved none of her problems, nor changed how either one of us looked at our world, but there was a value placed on her heart by me driving an hour to sit across from her and eat cheese curds and salad.

Place value on someone’s life and eat. Be Jesus’s and eat with someone who may be different than you. It’s amazing how good you feel being Jesus and getting fed at the same time…..