Weekly News | 5.1.26

Each week we feast.

The difference between a feast and a meal isn’t the amount of food consumed. It isn’t even the quality of the ingredients, exactly. Someone could eat the finest of foods until they were repulsed by the thought of another bite, and it still not qualify as a “feast”.

A feast involves more.

There must be time given. A feast cannot be rushed.

There must be attention given. A feast may have activity, but it cannot be mindless eating.

There must be other people with us. A feast is inherently made to be shared.

At the Table, the bread has been baked. The Table set. We listen. We respond. We consume shoulder to shoulder, with the weary and the refreshed, the waiting and the wiggly beside us. “This is the feast of victory!”

Eastertide is a season of feasting. A time where time, attention, and friends are gathered in joy, inhabiting a spaciousness we have a hard time believing exists (particularly as we enter “Maycember”). How might the Lord be inviting you to feast, to, dare we say, party? To either initiate or attend or settle into this way of celebrating the Resurrection?

Each week, the children of our community feast.

“Nothing is more likely to become garbage than orange rind; but for as long as anyone looks at it in delight, it stands a million triumphant miles from the trash heap. That, you know, is why the world exists at all. It remains outside the cosmic garbage can of nothingness, not because it is such a solemn necessity that nobody can get rid of it, but because it is the orange peel hung on God's chandelier, the wishbone in His kitchen closet. He likes it; therefore, it stays. The whole marvelous collection of stones, skins, feathers, and string exists because at least one lover has never quite taken His eye off it, because the Dominus vivificans [Lord and Giver of Life] has his delight with the sons of men.” (Robert Farrar Capon, The Supper of the Lamb: A Culinary Reflection)

Amen! May the orange rinds that pepper our sanctuary each week be a gentle reminder of the delight of God, and of his invitation to join in the feast.

Peace,

Sarah+