Growing up Baptist prepared me for a lifetime membership in the Covered Dish Club. Baked beans and I were so ready for last night’s church supper and annual meeting. Who doesn’t love potluck, undercover feasts.
Which got me thinking about The Church as potluck. One definition calls potluck,”A situation in which one must take a chance that whatever is available will prove to be good or acceptable.”
Risky, like marriage, parenthood, friendship, Church, welcoming immigrants and refugees.
No one knows that more than God.
It was Jesus who ran, walked, on a platform that welcomed strangers, outsiders. He confused, disappointed, enraged religious and political elite who felt tricked and shamed when he showed up as Lord of the lame, losers, and leftovers. What king rides a donkey, proclaiming “good news to the poor”!
Today’s newspaper delivered hope when I read of Christian leaders and organizations opposing Trump’s recent decrees limiting immigration. If any of us cheered the idea of putting Christians at the head of the line to enter this country, we understood neither our constitution nor the heart of God.
Martin Niemoller, German Protestant minister, spoke out against Hitler and ended up in prison. Niemoller’s remembered for variations on this quote,
First they came for the Communists and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Communist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Jew.
Then they came for the Catholics and I didn’t speak up because I was a Protestant.
Then they came for me and by that time no one was left to speak.
Neither The Church nor this Country will survive without potluck, Love that’s willing to take a chance “that what(who)ever is available will prove to be good or acceptable.”
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