Saturday, June 6, 2009

A Shared Meal







I (really!) love food.  I love the smells, textures, colors, and flavors that come with good food.  As a photographer, from the moment I had my first camera, I have always loved to capture food in images.  It is also wonderful to be able to share good food around a table with others.  Living in the Dominican Republic, this was an often shared experience and something very central to life in this very relational and hospitable culture. Now, back in Canada, I am blessed to have many shared meals around a table with friends and family...including some favorite Mennonite delicacies like Farmer sausage and Perogies! (pictured) 

Hospitality and share meals is a tradition deeply connected to Christian faith and an expression of the profound hospitality that we have received in Christ.  He has welcomed us--strangers--to find fullness of life in him and has prepared a place for us and set a place for us at his banqueting table.

It can be easy to be selective in offering hospitality and those to whom invitations for shared meals are extended--at least this is my struggle.  It can be somewhat conditional...perhaps people who make me feel a greater sense of belonging, people whose company I know I will enjoy, people who make return the "favor" and extend hospitality to me.

With this in mind, I wanted to share a portion of from the book Making Room: Recovering Hospitality as a Christian Tradition (Pohl, Christine D.  Eerdmans) with you.  I am sharing it because I found it insightful and challenging and hope that the words may be the same for you. 


Recognizing One Another in Shared Meals

In a society in which even family members eat alone and on the run, we are often not aware of the significance of shared meals. But, in most cultures, eating together expresses mutuality, recognition, acceptance, and equal regard. Even in our own society, eating together remains quite bounded. Unless we intentionally break patterns, we usually eat with people who are similar to ourselves. When strangers and hosts are from different backgrounds, the intimacy of a shared meal can forge relationships which cross significant social boundaries.

Offers of food or a meal together are central to almost all biblical stories of hospitality, to most historical discussions of hospitality, and to almost every contemporary practice of hospitality. In the context of shared meals, Jesus frequently challenged the prevailing religious and cultural boundaries by the company he kept and exposed hidden patterns of social exclusion. He was a guest in the home of a tax collectors, dined with sinners, and taught hosts to welcome those most likely to be excluded.

Many of the early church’s struggles over recognition and inclusion surfaced in the context of eating together. Peter, at God’s instruction, visited Cornelius and ate with his household—a powerful demonstration of the acceptance of Gentiles into the Christian community (Acts 10-11). Paul addressed the tensions between rich and poor and believers that became apparent in the common meals when the poor were “humiliated” by believers with higher status and wealth. In a community that declared ethnic and social boundaries irrelevant, some poor believers were being treated as less significant members (1 Cor. 11:17-34).

Shared meals are central to every community of hospitality—central to sustaining the life of the community and to expressing welcome to strangers. For many participants, it is the high point of their day and a return to an earlier time when families regularly ate together. Jean Vanier explains that when he first began sharing his daily meals with men with serious mental disabilities, he started to understand the force of Jesus’ words in Luke 14 about who should be invited to the banquet. “Sitting down at the same table meant becoming friends with them, creating a family. It was a way of life absolutely opposed to the values of a competitive, hierarchical society in which the weak are pushed aside.”

Because eating is something every person must do, meal-time has a profoundly egalitarian dimension. As one woman from the Catholic Worker commented, no matter what our backgrounds or assets, we are all eaters and drinkers. “It is the great leveler.” Meal-time, when people sit down together, is the clearest time of being with others, rather than doing for others. It is the time when hospitality looks least like social services.

Often we maintain significant boundaries when offering help to persons in need. Many churches prepare and serve meals to hungry neighbors, but few churches find it easy to sit and eat with those who need the meal. When people are very different from ourselves, we often find it more comfortable to cook and clean for them than to share in a meal and conversation. We are familiar with roles as helpers but are less certain about being equals eating together. Many of us struggle with simply being present with people in need; our helping roles give definition to the relationship but they also keep it decidedly hierarchical. As one practitioner observed, eating together is “the most enriching part but also the hardest part. When we were first here it was so hard. We didn’t have any specific things to do, just be with people.”

Practitioners recognize the relation between justice and shared meals. Ed Loring, of the Open Door Community in Atlanta, observed that “justice is important, but supper is essential.” His comment in no way reduces the importance of sustained efforts at social justice, to which the entire community is committed. But, as Murphy Davis, cofounder of the Open Door, explained, “Without supper, without love, without table companionship, justice can be a program that we do to other people.”

In many settings the line between the shared meal and the Eucharist is blurred; the two flow into each other much as was the case in the early church. The sacrament aspects of meals become clearest in these settings, but even separate from the Eucharist, one often senses a divine mystery in dining together at a table of welcome.

(Making Room: Recovering Hospitality as a Christian Tradition. Pohl, Christine D. Eerdmans, 1999. Page 73-75)

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Canadian Soil

After a year-and-a-half in the Dominincan Republic (ok, with a couple excursions to Canada and North Africa) I am back in Canada. Now, before I proceed to talk about time in this my "home and native land", I do want to say that the plan is to go back in time and post some more images and stories of the last couple months. For some reason working in Communications does not mean I am always the best or most consistent communicator....so stay tuned for some belated reflections.

Ok, so I have now been back in Canada for two weeks and it has been great...chilly at times... but great. I have loved time with my family and reconnecting with friends wihthout the normal rush of "squeezing in" visits before I head off again. It has been a nice mix of relaxing and having time to process and appreciate my time in the DR and to think prayerfully about the summer (here in Canada for 3 months, job searching, processing learnings & experiences, time with my community here), the fall (returning to North Africa for 4 months) and the new year (returning to the DR).

Growing up I didn't always have an appreciation for quiet time, solo time, reflection time...or the wide open spaces of the Alberta landscape. However, I am grateful for this time and space to reflect, refresh, and refocus (ackk, alliteration used in this way seems so pretentious or tacky...so self-help/leadership bookish...somehow after all those thoughts I still went for it.)

Well, I recently had some great time in the quiet of and space of the Alberta prairies with my uncle and aunt. We had a great 3-day get away at their "county home" and enjoyed times of reading, listening, discussing, pondering, kayaking, planting, watering, shoveling, wheelbarrowing, hammering, fishing, eating, resting, sunning, chopping, marshmallowing, walking, and sleeping. Thank you (Cliff and Margot) for such a fun retreat.





















Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Church & Gospel



















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It seems that we can often have a shortsighted or...perhaps...mis-sighted view of "church" and "gospel".  

That the church is simply a place and not a people.  

With the gospel we tend to confuse identity and performance.  We perform to be accepted rather than see ourselves and accepted and out of that identity we perform or, more appropriately, live and move and have our being.

Ok, so the blog is not my chosen venue to offer (assuming I could in another venue?!) a thorough theological treatise.  I am not trying to oversimplify but, rather, be succinct and allow you to think & chew (and spit back if you choose).

"The central message of the Bible is the gospel, or good news, about the person and work of Jesus Christ. In 1 Corinthians 15:1–4, Paul provides the most succinct summary of the gospel: the man Jesus is also God, or Christ, and died on a cross in our place, paying the penalty for our sins; three days later He rose to conquer sin and death and give the gift of salvation to all who believe in Him alone for eternal life.

The great reformer Martin Luther rightly said that, as sinners, we are prone to pursue a relationship with God in one of two ways. The first is religion/spirituality and the second is the gospel. The two are antithetical in every way.

Religion says that if we obey God He will love us. The gospel says that it is because God has loved us through Jesus that we can obey.

Religion says that the world is filled with good people and bad people. The gospel says that the world is filled with bad people who are either repentant or unrepentant.

Religion says that you should trust in what you do as a good moral person. The gospel says that you should trust in the perfectly sinless life of Jesus because He alone is the only good and truly moral person who will ever live.

The goal of religion is to get from God such things as health, wealth, insight, power, and control. The goal of the gospel is not the gifts God gives, but rather God as the gift given to us by grace.

Religion is about what I have to do. The gospel is about what I get to do. Religion sees hardship in life as punishment from God. The gospel sees hardship in life as sanctifying affliction that reminds us of Jesus’ sufferings and is used by God in love to make us more like Jesus. Religion is about me. The gospel is about Jesus.

Religion leads to an uncertainty about my standing before God because I never know if I have done enough to please God. The gospel leads to a certainty about my standing before God because of the finished work of Jesus on my behalf on the cross.

Religion ends in either pride (because I think I am better than other people) or despair (because I continually fall short of God’s commands). The gospel ends in humble and confident joy because of the power of Jesus at work for me, in me, through me, and sometimes in spite of me."   (reference: MH)

If you want more good (really good!) gospel teaching that will help inform and shape your understanding, I recommend the teaching of Tim Keller (Redeemer Presbyterian Church).  Go to Redeemer and check out the Sermon Store...you do need to pay but I GUARANTEE it is well, well worth it. 


Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Importance of Theology


Found this video posted at The Resurgence and wanted to link in to y'all.  Take a look-see.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Day at the River























On Good Friday, Obed and I trekked to the river with the  futbol-ers.  For some time we had wanted to take the crew to the river for a day of fun, sun, and yummy food (i.e., hot dogs & Kool-Aid).  So, with 60+ hotdogs, corresponding and equally processed white bread, and sugary beverage in hand(s) we made to 1.5 hour trek (really more of a  hearty walk) to the river.  Up through the hills, cross a road, up more hills, through an opening (fyi...great place for a camp..hmmm), through some more winding trails, and to the river we went.  I jokingly asked some of the guys if they were dying to which I got some a few joking "yeses"...except one little dude...he had me wondering....but we all made it.

We set up camp (i.e., dropped everything), had a brief time of sharing, and then played, played, played.  Those that rushed into line to receive hotdogs (and they did rush!) were quickly reminded that the first shall be last and hotdogs were distributed in this kingdom-like manner (i.e., the first were last...sorry guys).  While the playing, playing, playing went on I took a few breaks to catch a chapter in a book, take pictures, lounge on a sun soaked rock, move to a seat shaped rock oh-so-perfectly half-submerged in the running water, and to look to just watch.  As I watched the guys  do river-type-antics that this crew does so well, I smiled inside.  I loved to see them have fun, stuff their faces, and just enjoy God's creation with eachother.  I smiled as I thought of what God is doing in their lives and the five who were recently baptized.  I smiled as I thought of the privilege of having my life intersect with theirs.  I smiled as I thought of the picture we have in Scripture of the river of God---a place of refreshing, teeming with life, and always moving.  I smiled as I roasted my hotdog (which they graciously coached me through....I suppose they don't know we have such delicacies in Canada) and purposely charred it (for which they offered gently mockery...I thought I would just try to kill and weird stuff on the outside and really give the questionable contents  a good cookin')...and then smiled more as I muscled down the suspect meat and not-so-oven-fresh-bleached-white bun.  It was a great day filled with sun, fun, and many tired faced at the end!

It would be great if you could remember this crew in prayer--that they would continue to grow in their faith and knowledge of God's deep, deep love for them.  That their affections and attention would not be robbed by the challenges and temptations they face but that God would continue to draw them into Himself and they would be shaped by Him as young men.  On behalf of this crew I thank you for standing with them in prayer.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

The Ooze



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Mako Fujimura is a great artist whose work both as an artist and for artists I really admire. Ok, take a look see.