Today we'll hear Luke's version of the meal Jesus ate with the sisters, Mary and Martha. You know the one. Mary yaks with Jesus and Martha ends up grumpy because she's doing the cooking. There are an impressive number of meal stories in the gospels. Jesus eats with the wrong crowd and religious leaders are scandalized. Jesus tells a parable about a banquet prepared for the mucky-mucks, and when they don't show the "least and the lost" are invited to chow down. And the last supper Jesus eats with his followers becomes The Last Supper, one of our two Protestant sacraments.
Meals bring people together and opens their hearts through their stomachs. I've mentioned that we've eaten at the Belleville mosque twice now and the Middle Eastern food was so good Ruth joked that she might be compelled to convert. Here is a story by David Farley in the New York Times which touches me:
Twice a month Anna Gyulai Gaal, a Hungarian-born journalist, turns her apartment in the Neukölln district of Berlin into a supper club through the dining service WithLocals.com, and calls the get-togethers Refugee Dinners. Her friends and strangers alike sign up and pay 35 euros or about $40 to partake in a multicourse feast that goes beyond the plate and the palate.