From Fast to Feast
Everyone should have a Jewish friend, who invites them to share feast days. This week, my friend, Inda, invited me to break the 25 hour fast associated with Yom Kippur, the holiest of Jewish holidays, by sharing a meal with her family and friends. Happily, she invited me to the feast part, not the fast. 🙂
Having grown up Baptist, I’m more into feasting. In fact, Baptists likely invented the covered dish supper, an event that in many churches precedes the Wednesday night prayer meeting. Or as food writer MFK Fisher once said: “First we eat, then we do everything else.” Jesus was big on this approach as well.
In the church of my youth, we couldn’t always agree on doctrine, the design of the new park lot, or which hymns to sing, but when it came to food, by golly, we were of one accord. It was the tie able to “bind our hearts in Christian love.” In the interest of feasting, women emptied their freezers of strange packages left behind by their hunter husbands: venison, dove, elk, squirrel, rabbit and an occasional mystery meat.
My Jewish friends have a saying that sums up their history and the healing that comes from breaking bread with each other: “They tried to kill us; we survived; let’s eat.”
Yes, shared meals forge friendships, bury anger, provoke laughter and celebrate commonality. That being the case, it’s good to eat together every chance we get.