Potluck Suppers

For I was hungry and you fed me; I was thirsty and you gave me water; I was a stranger and you invited me into your homes; naked and you clothed me; sick and in prison, and you visited me. Then these righteous ones will reply, "Sir, when did we see you hungry and feed you? Or thirsty and give you anything to drink? Or a stranger, and help you? Or naked, and clothe you? When did we ever see you sick, or in prison, and visit you?"  And I, the King, will tell them, "When you did it to these my brothers, you were doing it to me." Matthew 25:35-40

In my home church during Lent, we gathered together every Wednesday night for fellowship with a potluck supper and then a time of worship. My daughter and I laugh about the wonderful church ladies' food at these potlucks. They included Mrs. W's Chinese casserole, Mrs. P's meatloaf, Mrs. K's Watergate salad, Mrs. P's green Jello salad with cottage cheese and pineapple, Mrs. H's homemade rolls, and Mrs. L's scalloped potatoes. There was an abundance of meat dishes, creamy vegetables, and fruited muffins, and of course desserts of cookies, cakes, and pies. Many people filled their plates twice and there were always leftovers. The worship service was always a thoughtful time leading up to Easter. Our pastors took turns preaching in the different Presbyterian churches in our community.

Thinking about this, I remembered that our church had a sign outside inviting the community to attend these gatherings, and one family did. They lived in a small run-down house within a block of the church. I remember they had 5 children all under the age of eleven. They were pretty ragged-looking, clothes wrinkled, shoes very worn. The oldest daughter was a year younger than me and they went to my elementary school. They would come to the potluck with a small bowl of Jello salad and would stand at the front of the line for the meal. After they ate they would leave without attending the worship service. I don't remember anybody greeting them warmly, sitting beside them during the meal, or inviting them to join in worship. The church ladies gossiped that all they came for was the food.

Now as I look back at this, I realize they really just came for the food. Their large family was poor and this meal was a blessing in providing a free meal to hungry people. There were no food pantries in my town, no places that regularly served free meals except maybe the mission, and no food trucks that gave away free fruits and vegetables in poor neighborhoods. We did not ask their names or do a follow-up welcoming visit with cookies. Our church just seemed unaware of the poverty of our neighbors, the lost opportunities to interact with them, and the poor hospitality that was shown to them. We were too busy being involved in the lives of our congregation to look around outside.

Thankfully, our eyes have been opened to recognize the needs of our community. May we never return to turning an empty eye to those in need of our food, our fellowship, and our caring.

Prayer: Heavenly Father, thank you for reminding us to remember the least of these amongst us. Help us share our bounty and our love with others. Help us be brave in welcoming the community into our midst. Thank you for opening our eyes. Amen

Nancy Hall