I consider the potlucks at the churches I serve (Salem and Belmont) to be legendary, but Sunday’s meal was one for the record books…and for a reason you might not expect.
This past Sunday, freezing rain slowed SW MN down to a crawl. Actually…it was way too slippery to even crawl. Sidewalks, roadways, gravel, everything was covered in a very slippery coating of ice and I have a bruise on my leg and an achy arm to show for it. My 8 mile drive from Belmont (my country congregation) to Salem was driven at 25 mph, which at times felt very fast for the conditions. Call me a dare devil if you want, but I had another worship service to lead that morning.
As I inched down the slippery road, in town, going to Salem, I darn near slid right by the parking lot at a whopping 5 mph. After managing to will my 4×4 Jeep to turn left, I slowly got to my garage. I then gingerly crept over to the church with my arms full and hoping I didn’t fall again. Upon entering the secure footing of the inside of the church building, I hurried to get ready. You see…it was also annual meeting Sunday and I began to wonder if we were even going to have it. I found my council president and walked to the sanctuary with him to access the situation. Very quickly we decided to postpone the meeting for 2 weeks. But what about the food those few people brought for the potluck?
We decided that since we were here and that there was food, why not eat it (following worship of course). The hot portion of the potluck consisted of a crock pot of BBQ wienies and some corn hotdish thingy. There were also a few relishes, some homemade bread, a couple salads and a bunch of desserts. Not the healthiest meal in the world but very yummy.
The “legendary” status of this meal came in the fact that we all gathered together, at three tables, and ate. Not one person minded the skimpiness of the selection. There was laughter, conversations, fellowship and safety from the treacherous conditions. And it was very clear to see that great potlucks are not measured by the quantity of food available for plate heaping but rather the quality of the time that is spent together with the Body of Christ.
Don’t get me wrong…I love those potlucks that force me to strategize my eating (so much food; so little plate and stomach room), but Sunday’s potluck will be one I will not soon forget. Quantity or not, we had a great time.
Praise be to God!
The pastor -|—