“For the LORD takes delight in his people.” Psalm 149:4
He enjoys us, enjoys our dinner, the way we prepare ourselves, conscientiously, to please. He enjoys how we select our collard shirts, blouses, and shoes from our closets, and the perfume we spritz on before heading out the door.
He enjoys our time over the stove, the pots and pans, the burned garlic bread, our disappointment with the burned garlic bread, and the decorative pottery we put the food in when everything is ready. He delights in our gifts to each other, and in the table we bring them to. He delights in the gifts of ourselves.
He enjoys how we join hands, feeling the warm touch of our neighbor, the clammy hands, the small amount of sweat which rubs between us and is shared, which gets on our fork and knife. And gets into the bread that we break, the bread we put into our mouth, so that we’re eating each other. If we are all holy, have been made holy, then aren’t we eating holiness.
Pass the bread please. Don’t be afraid to touch it. Your cooties are beads of light. They will smolder in my stomach and burn in my blood until I am love. I will be love.
