My favorite meals are never about the food. Well, they are mostly not about the food. They are about celebrating, grieving, or just being present with each other.
Tacos from a local food truck eaten on a park bench with a friend as she found her laughter again after a year of tragedy are my favorite. Shaker lemon pie shared over deep conversation about the impact of Thomas Merton’s writings on spirituality is my favorite too. My favorite meal is also the fried chicken after a funeral, sharing stories about the one who has died.
Our faith holds meals as deeply spiritual events. Our daily bread nourishes us physically, so the writer of Proverbs is right about eating our vegetables. And our meals nourish us spiritually too.
