One of the things I’m looking
forward to the most when I arrive home is sharing meals with friends. Every time I come home from my adventures, I
share meals provided by my friends or we meet at local restaurants and chow
down. I’m pretty sure it’s a foretaste
of what heaven might be like.
It will have been 3 months since
I’ve seen most of my church friends and I can’t wait to see them again. We share so much joy over what has happened
in the past three months. Most of them
don’t travel as extensively as I do but most of them are blessed enough to get
away for at least a weekend or at least send their child to a camp of some sort. Summers sure are great, aren’t they?
One of the best ways to get to
know someone is to share a meal with them.
The classic date in American culture has been ‘dinner and a movie’ for
how many decades now? Lately, it seems
the movie part of that equation is becoming less and less prominent but dinner remains. Before I started dating Steffani, I had dated
a couple girls last fall. I quickly
realized I was going to need a new approach rather than dinner so I quickly
changed to wanting to get coffee or dessert.
This was obviously due to my cheapness which I would be wrong if I were
to try and deny that. Come on though,
what girl doesn’t like dessert, right?
When a new person comes to
church, we’re encouraged to take them to lunch; it’s kind of a running joke at
the Creek. If someone brought you to our
church, that person owes you lunch. The
idea is to encourage dialogue about what the preacher taught on that
morning.
Whenever I have dinner with any
friend, I always cherish that time together.
Very rarely do I leave feeling unsatisfied, either physically,
emotionally or spiritually. Every part
of me is nourished, and it is beautiful.
Perhaps that’s why one of the
last scenes we’re shown in the Biblical account of Jesus on the earth is that
of the Last Supper. It is an intimate
setting with his disciples. He offers the
bread and juice and tells His disciples that they are His body and blood and to
take this meal in remembrance of Him. It’s
one thing to do it on Sunday morning in a church; but it is also emulated in
other meals I have with fellow believers.
We may not assess our hearts, but we do generally pray and give thanks
for the food that God has so graciously provided. We then proceed to enjoy one another’s
company. It’s a beautiful thing, really,
to see what God has done in each of our lives over the past 2 or 3 months
depending on how long I have been gone.
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