Feasting

Pondering on time as summer closes and
we have delicious cool air. Time which is
filled with different ingredients than the
summer days. Time which now has school
within its days. Finite and sometimes pressed
in, but God gives us feasting. His Word. His body.

This week was a birthday dinner for a friend
who has served the Lord with a missions
organization for years. Many. It was hosted by
another friend and a sort of membership
that Wendell Berry writes about esp. in
Hannah Coulter. This was a bon appetit
celebration of food a la Julia Child
and sisterhood. Bon Appetit indeed!