Yet, please do not assume that my time in the kitchen is not prayerful. I think I have always prayed in the kitchen. I pray for those the food will feed, and for those who who have succumbed to believing that there is no table for them. For those who search. For a world at war. For sustainable farming. I give thanks for those who taught me to cook. I give thanks for pots and pans. For Moses and Martha. For Christ. For learning that cooking always leads to more cooking. That from one meal comes another, and there lies is a profound blessing.
Blessings on your autumn harvest. May you find great joy in the receiving and in the sharing. Let us remember, Christ comes as host, and Christ comes as guest, and everyone, no matter how hungry or thirsty, are always welcome at this table.
Every month they shall bear fresh fruit, for they shall be watered by the flow from the sanctuary. Their fruit shall serve for food, and their leaves for medicine.