A few weeks ago, I decided to make enchiladas for the CAF (Christian Adult Fellowship) lunch today. I have a tendency to distrust canned stuff when I can help it, and I also really like making things from scratch. So last night, I was chopping tomatillos for the salsa verde, and rehydrating dried ancho chilis for the red. I read a few dozen recipes for sauces and set-ups, and after I finish this article, I’m going to the store to buy yet more onions and garlic so I can finally prep the beef and put everything together in time for lunch.
I like cooking. I thoroughly enjoy eating. And I find myself drawn to the stories in scripture where food is prepared, the table is shared, and community gathers because of it. (Or maybe it’s reversed, I don’t know.) I like the story in Genesis where Esau wants “some of that red stuff” his brother Jacob has prepared and trades his birthright for it. I am also reminding myself of one of Jesus’ most explicit teachings, “YOU give them something to eat.” And this week, World Communion Sunday asks us to examine our practice and ethic of the table.
There’s something about feeding people that’s important. It’s holy, it’s hospitable, and I think the Spirit can move through bread and wine (or in this case, chopped chiles, tortillas and homemade sauces) rather efficaciously and intentionally. See Angi’s article in this very Echo for more information about the service; I’ve got to run so I can chop and fold and bake and such. I look forward to seeing you Sunday.