I love Sunday.
Got up early to pack a party. After church we planned to celebrate Jud’s birthday at Chad and Kristina’s house, even though Jud wouldn’t be eating with us, just observing from higher up.
Tucked into totes were eggs, blueberry jam, English Muffin bread, bacon, chicken sage sausages, shredded cheddar cheese, tomatoes, green and yellow peppers, cinnamon rolls, orange juice and champagne to make Mimosas. Maggie, Kate and I’d whip up a special brunch, once Church and Sunday School ended.
Slipped into the pew with brunchy more than holy thoughts until Reverend Susan went to the pulpit and announced the sermon of the morning: Gluttony.
“Great timing,” I muttered.
Some hard to swallow thoughts:
“Tell me what you’re eating and I’ll tell you who you are.”
Lord, please don’t look in my car!
“Do I place food at the center of my life versus God?”
“Gluttony is about more than food; it’s about extravagance.”
This was the clincher, for me. “When we consume more than we need, it harms others and that’s sin.”
“Gluttony’s not just about food. Think in terms of extravagant use of water and natural resources.”
Think of what and why I buy and consume goods, about where and how they’re made and by whom.
Well, I don’t always love the truth, especially when it hurts.
Lord, have mercy, on this glutton.
Susan passed out hope as she prepared us to come forward to take communion,”If we are what we eat…take and eat the Bread of Life.”
Which blessed this broken heart and reminded me why I love Sundays, a day to kneel, open my heart and hand to receive that which only satisfies my deepest hunger.
“Bread of Heaven, Feed me ’til I want no more.”
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