Sunday mornings probably finds most pastors in their study or office. They may be in prayer or meditation. They may be reading scripture or a devotional and reviewing their sermons – beautiful and worthy practices. However, my Sunday morning prayer time is often started in the kitchen. Sometimes I bake biscuits or scones. Some mornings I put together a salad, slice some fruit, or make sandwiches. I do this because at New Community of Faith we gather at the the table for lunch after our service. To say that our meals are eclectic is an understatement, and I cannot claim they are always nutritionally balanced. Yet, generally everyone brings something to share, and we often do have a fairly healthy lunch. However, what really matters is that over this simple meal we talk of things, and the sojourner is always invited to the table. I think my ministry literally comes to fruition when I say, “Please join us for lunch. There is plenty.”
Yet, please do not assume that my time in the kitchen is not prayerful. I think I have always prayed in the kitchen. I pray for those the food will feed, and for those who who have succumbed to believing that there is no table for them. For those who search. For a world at war. For sustainable farming. I give thanks for those who taught me to cook. I give thanks for pots and pans. For Moses and Martha. For Christ. For learning that cooking always leads to more cooking. That from one meal comes another, and there lies is a profound blessing.
Blessings on your autumn harvest. May you find great joy in the receiving and in the sharing. Let us remember, Christ comes as host, and Christ comes as guest, and everyone, no matter how hungry or thirsty, are always welcome at this table.
Rev. Sue Ann
Every month they shall bear fresh fruit, for they shall be watered by the flow from the sanctuary.