On one level, it’s just a meal. On another level, it’s the reign of God breaking in and scattering the darkness from before our path.
A potluck dinner in a church basement is such an archetypal scene. Where’s the surprise? What’s new here? Well, on Sunday, February 20th, there was something new under the sun and under the covered dish. About 65 folks from around Watertown came together in the basement of the Church of the Good Shepherd for a “Real Meal,” to share home-made food and to hear about plans for a community garden.
They were people who otherwise might not have met. Young and older, gardeners and academics, newcomers and oldtimers, churchgoers and not. But within an hour, they were becoming a community. How cool.
And how holy. Most of holy writ is about food and meals and sitting at table. How rarely we actually do that. We churchy types blather on and on about extending the table, about breaking bread with the stranger, entertaining angels unawares, etc. But here we were doing it.
You can read more about the plans for a network of community gardens in Watertown in the current Tab. Watch this space for a recipe for hazelnut polenta with sauce, brought to the potluck dinner by my new friend Bree, which I intend to post here soon.