So it’s a cold snowy day and I’ve been in the city of Peterborough since early… As I reflect on the day now as I travel home I am struck how much revolves around food and sharing good news!
I’ve just rushed from Subway where a man who I had met only an hour before insisted on buying me a sandwich and eating together. As he munched on his oversized sub with south western sauce dripping all over his hands he spoke with me about wanting a new start… He heard some of my story… ‘That’s what I want!’ He exclaimed. Only an hour earlier this guy had approached me and asked for some help. Completely out the blue. My usual brown hoodie declaring ‘chaplaincy’ wasn’t even on show. He simple approached me and asked for help! Bizarre! Yet after talking for a while he spoke about how it wasn’t a mistake. It turns out we were the only people who had offered to help him when he had needed it most and he had felt compelled to ask.
Earlier in the day I had met for breakfast with some men to talk about the chaplaincy I do and one guy wanted to interview me about it too… This was over a hearty breakfast.
Afterwards stuffed and running a little late I met with a guy who I have been seeking to offer support and encouragement to who has lived in a tent for the past year or so. I was so pleased that we were able to talk and meet (and eat) and also pray together.
So much of what I communicate about Jesus happens over food… While eating and being together something of humanity and vulnerability is shared and in some mystical way the One who declares ‘if you hear me at the door knocking, let me in and we shall have our dinner together and be friends.’ He also shares in our meals and talk of new starts and fresh forgiveness. I love that.