Most of the intimate moments Jesus had with His disciples were at a table with food. His first miracle was at a wedding where he changed the water into wine. That first miracle still stumps some of our more conservative Christian friends who have problems with consuming alcohol. Whether it was genuine wine or grape juice, that isn’t the point. The point is that sacred moments of intimacy, relationship and ministry can take place around a meal.
Another food miracle was when Jesus took a little boy’s lunch to feed 5,000 people. And then Jesus appears to His disciples after he dies, walks with them and when he eats with them, they suddenly realize that He is Jesus. Food brings people together and what a better place to reach out than at the table.
I don’t like to cook. When I got married, a friend of mine gave me a months worth of frozen meals as a wedding gift. I didn’t tell my new husband that Kim Milburn prepared the Lasagna or the casseroles. I gladly took all the credit!
Then we ran out of the frozen dinners and I had to tell him the truth. “Honey, I can’t cook. What do you want for dinner? Top Ramen, yogurt or popcorn?” He laughed and said no thanks but I’ll cook dinner. I think he knew all along that those delicious meals weren’t prepared by me.
I picked up Shauna Niequist’s book and thought it would be a bunch of recipes. Than I read the stories in her amazing lyrical voice and I was sucked in. Every chapter begins with a stories of her friends and family and their struggles and challenges. You feel like you’re sitting in her living room when she shares how her husband, Aaron, shows her the black and blue bruises on his hands. He is a worship leader at Willow Creek and a pianist, so he makes a living with his hands.
I don’t want to give away why Aaron’s hands were black and blue. You can read it for yourself if you win the book. The book has been endorsed by 4 New York Times best-selling authors so believe me this is a great read. I haven’t prepared any of the recipes, yet. But she got me cooking again.
To enter this drawing, tell me your favorite food memory. Mine is eating shaved ice at Ala Moana Beach or grabbing a lunch plate of Chicken Katsu, macaroni salad and Kim Chee from the food truck across the street at the University of Hawaii when I was in college. What’s your favorite food memory?