Happy Feast of Corpus Christi!
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I was scanning my bag of carrots in the grocery store
self-checkout lane when I heard the lady behind me say loudly and
enthusiastically, “You should come to our church!”
The words caught my attention, and I looked up to see her
chatting with another woman who was obviously a friend of hers. Their conversation went on.
“Bring your family.
We meet at the park just up the road.
It’s really wonderful, AND WE HAVE FOOD!”
I finished bagging my groceries and headed out the door, but
as I loaded my bags into the back of my SUV, the conversation between these two
ladies kept playing in my head.
Church? In a park? Outside? With
food? I was intrigued. I imagined young families like mine, gathered
for prayer and fellowship in the picnic shelter; afterwards, the ladies would
be enjoying friendly conversation while the men flipped burgers and played
horseshoes and the children played in the playground. Prayer plus play. Such a winning combination, I thought. And the food. Oh yes, the food. I’ve been to enough Appalachian potlucks to
know what that would be like.
Heavenly. Fried chicken, chicken
and dumplings, biscuits and gravy, deviled eggs and homemade potato salad. Watermelon, fruit salad, and BBQ potato
chips. Three kinds of cobbler, some kind of whipped-topping dessert, lemonade and
sweet tea. I could imagine it all. {Read the rest here...}
